"... And then their evil kidnapper made them eat... vegetables."

I gasp in horror.

"No! He wouldn't!"

Luke looks at me solemnly.

"He did."

I shudder in fear.

The boys were right these scary stories are too scary for me.

I think I might be scarred for life.

I try to block out Luke's frightening horror story until the end when he says, "Then, when the children finally found out who it was, they learned that it was... their parents!"

"What?!" I roar. "But... But... No! The horror! How could they do such a thing?! Luke, your stories are just too scary for me!"

"Um... Sang? How is it that you can laugh during the scariest horror movies, but can't handle Luke's tales?" Brandon asks.

"Tales?!" I repeat. "Try nightmares! Those things are scary!"

Luke looks smug.

"Just one of my many talents, Cupcake."

"You have other talents?!" I gasp.

But this is a tremendous talent! How on earth could be be skilled at so many things?!

Luke for some reason looks shocked and a little embarrassed.

Meanwhile, the other boys are laughing their butts off.

What was so funny?

I'm not sure if I will ever laugh again after that story...

I shiver again and decide to think about something else.

Anything else.

"So... Who wants to spray paint the side of the building?" I suggest.

The building we were in was brick just like the others. It had rooms with seven bunk beds inside each room. Because there are fifteen of us, two of us would have to share.

I'm thinking Silas and North.

The two giants in a twin bed... What could be funnier?

Then again, sleeping with them keeps my nightmares from leaving my mind. The boys think that they are gone, but I still have them every night. Since I wake up before everyone else, they have never noticed. And I plan on keeping it that way.

"Coffee Bean, are you suggesting we vandalize a mafia building?" Marc questions.

"Yup!" I answer popping the 'p.'

Meanie announces, "I have spray paint in my studio!"

"No! No, way! No ****ing way are we spray painting the building!" North Star booms.

Mr.Blackbourne thoughtfully responds, "Actually, if you are willing to clean it and don't paint or write anything offensive, I don't see a problem. However, you will have to scrub the brick and then pressure wash the side of the building."

"Deal!" I yell before anyone can say anything else.

"No!" North Star roars. "Sang Baby, you could get into trouble!"

"Please," Pug says rolling his green eyes. "Phil already loves Sang. Plus, Sang is going to be a mafia member. She is supposed to and going to get into trouble."

"What he said!" Luke shouts crossing his arms.

North Star is still unconvinced.

I grin mischievously on the inside and begin to cry.

"Please, North Star! I have always wanted to spray paint the side of a mafia building! It is my lifelong dream!" I sob.

"Someone needs to talk to Sang about her dreams," Sarah mutters.

Star yells in response, "One, two, three, not it!"

Sarah rolls her eyes, "Please. Everyone knows you have to do nose goes."

"Um... Sarah, we don't have hands... Or noses..." Star reminds her.

"Oh. Yeah. Just when Sang want a us to. You know, so we can facepalm at her actions and roll our eyes at each other," Sarah remembers.

"Yeah, it's pretty strange. But, then again, what isn't strange about us?"

"Wait! Sang Baby, you can paint! Just stop crying!" North Star yells frantically.

"Gabriel! Go get your paint!" I order wiping my face and composing myself instantly.

Good thing I already washed my makeup off.

North Star looks annoyed for whatever reason.

I am wearing Gabriel's old sweats and Victor's old t-shirt so it won't be a problem if they get paint on them. I don't know why, but they wanted me to where their clothes instead of the clothes that were here. Maybe I am not allowed to wear the clothes that belong to the mafia.

Eh.

Not worth losing brain cells over.

I stand up from where I was sitting in the floor and slip my shoes on as Meanie runs and grabs his paint.

I just hope there is enough paint for each of us to have our own can.

I walk over to Mr.Blackbourne.

Placing my hand on his shoulder, I say, "Thank you, Mr.Blackbourne, for letting us do this."

Mr.Blackbourne looks at me with his steel eyes.

"It is no problem, Ms.Sorenson. And please, call me Owen."

I grin and reply, "Only if you call me Sang."

Mr.Blackbourne smiles, a full smile that makes me die a little, and says, "Deal, Sang."

"Are you coming with us, Owen?" I ask hopefully.

It doesn't seem like something he would want to do, but I would love it if he joined us.

"If you wish," Is his only response.

"Yay! Let's go!" I yell, seeing Meanie come in.

Oh. My. Medusa.

It wasn't just a couple cans of paint.

It was bags of paint.

There was just about every color in and outside of the rainbow.

I grab the bags and run.

What?

It's not that big of a deal to steal...

Just kidding!

I know Meanie won't mind.

Much.

I pull out an off-white color and shake the bottle well. I pop the cap off and start spraying as the boys finally catch up.

They grab the colors they want and get started.

I lose myself in the art and work myself into a frenzy. I am spraying like crazy and where I feel like just following my heart.

Wow.

Did that sound as cheesy to you as it did me?

I shake my head and continue to paint.

FInally, I toss the last can down into the bag and step back.

I created a large flower with drops of few on it. It looks amazing considering the only light we have is coming from the lamps along the walkways and flashlights.

I take in the other boys paintings.

Gabriel has painted a large tiger, North Star a star, of course, Luke wrote "Luke was here" in blue and green letters, Kota made a Darth Vader, Pug painted a traffic cone, Corey a large eagle, Brandon painted a phoenix, Victor created a piano with notes floating off the keys, Owen sprayed a glowing lightbulb, Axel wrote, "No Rain, No Flowers" in swirling yellow and orange letters, Silas painted waves along the bottom of the building, Marc painted a picture of a coffee cup with steam coming out, Paprika wrote, "This is all Luke's idea" in giant flaming letters, and Raven painted a bloody dagger.

After admiring each other's artwork, Gabriel announces, "To the kitchen!"

Still unsure of where everything is, I follow the boys through the cafeteria and into the kitchen.

"What are we doing in here, Meanie?" I ask curiously with a cocked head.

"Truth or dare, food edition," Brandon answers flatly.

"Basically," Paprika explains, "You get asked a question by whoever's turn it is and either answer it truthfully or you have to accept a dare that has to do with the food."

"I'll go first," Victor volunteers. "Silas, when was the last time you lied to someone?"

Silas hesitates.

"Dare."

Victor smugly says, "I dare you to drink an onion and mustard smoothie."

Meanie cackles and grabs a blender as North Star gets the onion from the pantry and Corey fetches the mustard.

Silas looks miserable as a whistling Meanie blends the two together and hands Silas a glass full of gross smelling yellow sludge.

Wincing with a wrinkled nose, Silas tips the glass back and gags.

We all laugh as Silas dashes to the trash can and spits it out.

We're great friends, aren't we?

"My turn!" Silas announces wiping his mouth.

"Sang, if there was a fire right now and you could only save one person, who would you save?"

The boys all look at me expectantly.

"Myself. Duh," I answer with a roll of my eyes.

Silas looks annoyed for some reason and some of the others just look relieved.

Maybe I don't understand them just because they are guys.

"North Star, why are you such a caveman, especially to me?" I take my turn.

North Star looks conflicted.

"Dare," He chooses finally.

"I dare you to eat what Luke and I ate," I decide with an evil smile.

North Star pales and looks like he is going to be sick.

"Fine, but no one else gets any," North Star conditions.

After pouting, I quickly whip up a batch of my sugary goodness. I have to resist the temptation to eat it because I want North Star to eat it instead.

I pass North Star a bowl full of it and he takes a small spoonful.

He eyes it like it is a baboon challenging him to the rights of a banana farm.

Finally, he sticks the spoon in his mouth and says the sugar dream.

His pupils seem to disappear in his dark eyes before they close and North collapses to the ground.

Huh.

Didn't see that coming.