The other brothers came into the kitchen to find us standing there, and Nolan was lying on the floor.

"Holy hell! He's drunk as a skunk!" Nathan said.

Nash looked at me.

"Hey, don't look at me. Charlie called me."

We all stood there as Nolan sat on the floor, drunk off his ass.

"Okay, we need to get him upstairs and sober him up. Good thing that Ma and Dad are out of town for the weekend." Nash lifted Nolan off the floor.

"Hey, Nash. You're such a good brother." Nolan raked his fingers over Nash's face.

"Yeah, yeah, come on, drunky. Let's take care of you." Nash started up the stairs with Nolan, then we heard the front door open.

We all stopped dead in our tracks.

"How was I supposed to know the hotel would be a flea bit motel?" Nate asked.

"You should have looked at the reviews!" Pat said.

"Ma and Dad are home," Nixon mouthed.

"No shit," Nash whispered. "Change of plans. Nix, grab his other arm."

Nixon helped Nash as they came down the stairs. That's when it happened. "Uh, I don't feel so good."

Our eyes widened as Nash whispered, "Get the door!"

Noah ran to the door as Nixon and Nash carried Nolan out, who puked everywhere, including Nash, Nixon, and himself.

"That's gross," Nathan mentioned.

Nash and Nixon shot Nathan a glare.

"Boys! Where are you?" Pat asked.

"Shit! Ma's coming!" Noah said.

"Girls, distract Ma. Nathan and Noah clean this up while Nix and I try to get him upstairs. Now go," Nash said. Nash and Nixon carried Nolan around the house, and Kat and I closed the door while Noah and Nathan cleaned up the puke.

"This is so gross," Nathan grumbled.

Pat came downstairs. "Have you seen the boys, Maggie?"

"Ah, nope. I sure haven't. Kat's staying the night."

"I am?"

I elbowed Kat.

"Yes, that's right. I'm staying the night."

Pat gave her a strange look and shook her head. "Okay."

"So, why are you home so early?" I asked.

"Nathaniel booked us at this run-down motel. It was so bad that I saw something dart across the floor, and I said that was it."

Nathan and Noah peeked over the windowsill, looking through the kitchen window. We both stared at them.

She asked, "Do you hear water running?" She turned around, but they ducked down.

"Um, no. There's no water running here."

"That's so strange. I thought I heard water. What is that smell?" Pat started for the door, and Nathan and Noah hid on the other side of the house. Kat and I stepped in front of her.

"It's probably a skunk," I said.

"Yep, you know how stinky those things can be," Kat said.

"I'll check the garbage cans. The last time the boys left the lid off, some wild animal tore through the bags." She reached for the door handle, but we stopped her.

"You know we could check for you," I said.

Kat nodded in agreement.

"Oh, nonsense." She turned the door handle, and the twins darted around the corner, running towards the front of the house to where Nash and Nixon were with Nolan. Pat secured the lids and came in. "That's so odd."

"What is?" I asked.

"I don't remember it raining." She looked at the wet cement.

"Oh, you know, Michigan weather can never decide," Kat said.

It was true. Our weather was beyond bipolar, and you never knew what you were getting weather-wise.

"Nope." I shook my head, agreeing with Kat.

"Well, I'm going to bed. Tell the boys we'll see them in the morning," she said.

Nash was about to come through the front door, and I waved behind my hip, and he left, closing the door quietly. Pat turned and looked at me as I hid my hands.

"Night, girls," she said.

"Night, Pat," we said.

The kitchen door opened with the boys coming through it. "We need to get him upstairs before someone else makes an appearance," Nash grunted, trying to hold Nolan.

They started up the back steps when the light flicked on, and Nate sat there. We all looked at each other. "Something you would care to tell us?"

We all stood there and sighed. So much for trying not to get caught.

"Uh, I don't feel good," Nolan mumbled.

"Outside now!" Nash and Nixon carried Nolan out, and Nolan heaved, again and again, emptying the contents of his stomach.

Nate walked outside. "Nash and Nixon go upstairs and clean up. I'll take care of the drunken mess over here. The rest of you go to your rooms. We'll discuss your punishments tomorrow. Come on, party boy. It's time to hose you off," he said, turning the hose on him and sobering him up.

"Dad!"

Nate whistled as he sprayed Nolan. When he finished, Nolan looked at him shaking. "Want to drink and have fun. I guess you'll have fun staring at your four walls for the next two weeks." Nolan walked by. "Oh, and Nolan?" He turned and looked at his dad. "You and I will have a long talk about the pleasure of underage drinking tomorrow."

Kat and I sat on my bed when my door opened, and Nash and Nixon walked in.

"How's Nolan?" I asked them.

"Sober. Dad hosed him off outside." Nash chuckled.

"I still can't believe he did that even after we told him no," Nixon said.

"Well, he's young and dumb."

"What do you think our punishment will be?" I asked them.

"Considering we tried to hide his drunken state, we're grounded," Nash answered me.

"Aren't you too old for grounding?" Kat asked him.

"I'm a Gray, and I'm never too old for grounding," he said.

They were sitting on the floor while we were sitting on the bed, talking, when we heard Nate yell, "Nash and Nixon! I said your rooms, not Maggie's room!"

"Here we go," Nixon said. They got up, and Nixon kissed Kat, and Nash gave me one. That kiss would be the last one for a while.

"So, I see you and Nixon kissed and made up," I said.

"Yeah, we talked about everything. Then we stopped talking for a while." A smirk formed over her lips.

"Ew." I groaned.

"It turns out the first time it happened, Nixon was a little nervous. That's why it was so awkward. After that, all I can say is that the boy has moves." She giggled.

I sat there, hugging my pillow.

"Maggie? What's wrong?"

"I think I'll disappoint Nash when it happens with us. You know, with me being a virgin, and he has experience."

"Have you talked to him about it?"

"I'm afraid to talk to him. I mean Nash's twenty soon to be twenty-one, and here I am, this high school kid." I sighed.

"Maggie, I don't think Nash is as shallow as you think he is with sex. Yeah, he has experience but if it's anything I learned from Nixon is that these boys don't take sex for granted, and they're not the one-night stand type of guys."

"Maybe."

"There's no maybe about it. Girl, have you seen the way he looks at you? That boy is head over heels in love with you." s

"Really? I thought he liked me a lot."

"Oh, no. Nash might not say it, but that boy is crazy about you. Trust me." She smiled.

Huh, is it possible? I guess I'll find out whether he is or not.