It was past midnight when I started yawning like a cow. I really need to go home. Yes, I did say I'll stay, but only for a while. I stood up while they're still fixated in the movie.

"Nerd. Where's the dryer?" I asked Tristan who's so focused at Game of Thrones.

"Near the kitchen. Look for a door." He said without even removing his eyes from the screen.

I went to the kitchen and there's a small hallway, I walked towards it and found a door on the side. I peeped and saw a washing machine. I opened the dryer and there's my clothes fairly clean like it's newly bought. Tristan really fits the role of a housewife.

I closed the door and decided to change here. I took off the shirt and boxers, and I'm now only in my black pair of underwear.

As I took my clothes from the dryer, on cue the door opened. I looked behind and saw Tristan with wide eyes. I think were mirroring each other's expression. It was I that first broke eye contact, and screamed.

"Close the door asshole!" I shouted and he automatically did the deed, he closed it with a loud bang.

"Sorry." He said behind the door. "I was just...checking if you found it. I didn't know..."

"Go away!" I replied with another shout.

My chest has held its own race track, and my heart is beating so fast, it would probably leap out from my mouth anytime soon.

This is so embarrassing!

No one has ever seen me like this, I've never even once wore a bikini at the beach, or anything that would show lots of skin, that boxer was the closest thing I've worn to short shorts.

As I walked out of the laundry room, fully clothed. Tristan was there standing on the hallway, his back rested on the wall. "Victoria I'm sorry. I really am." He said, eyes fixed on the floor and his hand was on his hair, messing it further.

I massaged my temples and sighed heavily. "It's partly my fault. I forgot to lock the door."

"And I forgot to knock." This time he looked at me red faced.

I laughed, didn't know it was this easy to forgive him. "Enjoyed the view?" I asked. This time he laughed, easing from the tension. Probably remembering the time when he said the exact words, as I was ogling on their portraits.

"I thought you'd slap me. The moment you'd step out of that room." He said, his hand rubbing the side of face.

"Nah. It's reserved for your worst mistake."

Will walked towards us. "Hey what's going on here?" Late reaction much. Tristan and I exchanged looks, with a hidden message that tells, should-we-tell-him?

"Hobbit crossed paths with a cockroach." Tristan simply said, with a poker pace, which his pro at.

"What the fuck! We need to call 911." Will said and we all laughed sarcastically. Then he looked at me. "Where you going princess?"

"Home. I'm really tired." I looked at my laptop. "The animations done by the way. I saved it on the flash drive, I've also made a tutorial about it. It's not YouTube quality though."

"Thanks for that. But can't you wait till tomorrow? It's pretty late." Will said with a concerned face. "If Tris would let me use his baby beetle, then I'd drive you home." He looked at Tristan, who's giving him a pointed look.

"No way. My beetle can't survive your way of driving." Tristan paused and looked at me. "And I'm not driving to your place at this time either. Last time I went there, someone scratched my car."

"So you're telling me that I don't have a choice?" I asked and crossed my arms.

"Yep. You're staying for the night princess." I sighed heavily. Daisy would make a fuss about it.

"Fine." I paused, thinking I need to talk to Daisy. She might call the police, or worse my mom. I looked at Tristan. "Can I borrow your phone?"

He shrugged. "Yeah. It's in my room. Why, where's yours?"

"Dead. Didn't bring my charger." He nodded towards his room, a signal for me to enter his lair with his approval. "Thanks."

I went inside and easily spotted Tristan's iPhone on his desk. I sat on his computer chair, took his phone and dialed Daisy's number, though not sure if the last digit was right. Let's try my luck, hoping I won't land on some murderer's number. It rang a couple of times before someone picked up.

"Who's this?" I hear Daisy's voice on the other line.

"It's Vic..." She shouted without even letting me finish, I had to put the phone a few inches away from my ear.

"Where the hell are you?! I knocked on your door a gazillion times. Checked every hour if you're home. Wait. Girl you're not kidnapped right? I don't have money for ransom. My allowance is toast, I just bought this cool Eifel tower plastic lamp, but I'll help you escape. So, where are you?"

She started ranting and I need to clear things fast before she calls...

"I'm going to call the police for back-up. Just wait there okay. Don't panic." She said in all seriousness. I laughed because I can't help it. Why is she the one panicking?

"Hold your horses. I'm safe. I'm not kidnapped. I'm at a friend's house." I tried to use minimal words so that she'll easily understand, under this dire situation.

"Oooh. You should have texted me."

"I know, I'm sorry. My phone's dead."

"Okay just be careful. See you tomorrow? Jen wants to watch a movie on the big screen. You in?"

"Yeah. Depends on what time."

"After dinner."

"Okay. Game. See you."

I put the phone down and went towards the kitchen, where I see the two boys seated in the counter with coffee in hand. Will asked when he saw me. "Want coffee?"

"You don't need to ask." I said. Tristan stood up and went towards the coffeemaker.

"Oh yeah. You're a coffee addict." Tristan said, as he poured freshly brewed coffee on a white cup. "Cream or sugar?"

"Both." I sat beside Will, as we watch Tristan making coffee. Then without filter I said what's running in my head. "You guys are like married couple."

They both looked at me. "What the fuck." They both said. But Will, was curious to know who's playing the role of the girl between the two of them. So, I answered the obvious.

"Tristan has greater housewife potential than me." The nerd glared at me, and gave me the finger, I replied happily with the twin version.

"Here's your coffee, hobbit. It has an extra flavor, called poison." Will and I laughed. I sipped my coffee and made a weird sound, almost a moan. Tristan just rolled his eyes.

"Poison tastes great." They laughed.

The movie was on pause when Will left it a while ago, to check on Tristan and me, while we're fighting in the laundry room. The three of us turned heads when the TV suddenly played, the sound was echoing loudly in the room, we obviously didn't put it on maximum volume.

"Is your place haunted?" I asked, as I stood up to check the living room that's dimly lit, where the TV is the only source of light.

I squinted my eyes to focus on the window, where I'm seeing a person standing perfectly still, her back was on us, it looks like model's silhouette or a mannequin. That form, whatever it is, has really long hair.

A white lady? Sadako? Fear crept through my skin, and all my senses were warning me to scream, run and hide, but curiosity won over. I have to check this out!

I was walking towards the living room when a voice from the hallway, made me turn. That person was closing the door. He probably hasn't seen me yet, nor have I seen his face.

"Where are my favorite grandchildren!" His voice was loud, as it echoed throughout the entire room. But when he turned, he was shocked to see me, and so was I.

His pretty young to have grandchildren, and insanely handsome too. Seriously, he looks like he's barely forty. That face though, is fitting to be a Hollywood actor, even better-looking than Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise.

"For someone who has keen senses. You're pretty careless Father." The woman's voice filled the room, as she stepped into the light.

She looks like a goddess. Gorgeous, beautiful, pretty? Those words can't justify her beauty. Her black hair same color as mine, was waist long, shiny, and perfectly straight. She's very tall as well and has a killer body. She looks like she's around late-30's or younger. Her face is quite similar to...

"Hi mom." I heard Tristan say, who never left his place behind the counter.

"This is a surprise." Will said as he puts an arm around my shoulder. "What brings you here?" He said, as he looked at Tristan's mom and the person in the hallway. The grandfather-supposed-to-be is wearing the flashiest smile I've ever seen in my life, even more dashing than Will's.

"Who's this?" Tristan's mother walked towards me. My voice disappeared, silenced by her beauty. "Your new pet?" Her face was stern, and filled with...disapproval, as she looked down on me.

Yeah I'm the smallest one —the hobbit— in a house filled with elves, but I won't let anyone even a goddess talk lowly of me.

I removed Will's hand on my shoulder and took one step closer to her. I looked up, trying to be fearless. "Excuse me, ma'am, but I am no one's pet."

Then she smirked, with a glint of amusement in her dark intimidating eyes. Now, there's no question where Tristan got his character from.