A/N: Hey I know that I have two other stories to attend to but for now I think that my writers block has subsided enough for a new story concept. It is called I'll Come For You. So this story has an OC whose name is Alecia {Ah- lee- c – ah} she is around 5'4 weighs 125 lbs she has grey eyes and brown hair, she is toned, but not over-toned, she is an 18 year old, high school senior.

Disclaimer: I only own any moves and OC's I may or may not come up with. I do not own the song I'll Come for you, nor do I own Nickelback. I also do not own Three Days Grace, now you will understand that later. I changed ages around so this story is slightly AU, but not for the whole thing.

The story will be told in Alecia's POV unless told differently.

She cannot be serious. How can my own mother be out to ruin my life like this? I am a SENIOR how can she make us move now? Oh right I forgot, too many people found out. Damn if she would have given me more money, or make – up for that matter no one would know anything. Well, with the exception of Mary, Joshua, and Marcus, but a girl needs support. I hate this, I hate it!

"Alecia, come on we're leaving now, and don't say that there is more stuff to pack because I know that there is not. DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE!" my step father, Tom, said.

"I am just going to the bathroom be down in a few minutes." If I didn't say anything he would have come up there.

"Well hurry your ass up I have got a schedule that I want to somewhat keep!" with that remark I rolled my eyes.

Now no one knows better than me that he wouldn't have just come up here to get me, for every minute I persisted to stay put he would give me a bruise. So I 'went to the bathroom' and I washed my hands and face, ran down the stairs, and sat in the back seat of the car, alone as I didn't have any siblings.

"Good to know that you're obedient. Buckle your seat belt so that I can get going." Tom stated with the coldest stare I have ever seen. I did so without protest or reply. I knew what happened when I did.

"Um, sir, may I ask where we are moving, please?" I stated strongly fighting the urge to roll my eyes, yea he made me call him 'sir', or I would get a lecture on a good day and hit, on a day like today.

"Missouri, do you have a problem with that?" he retorted to me.

"No, of course not sir, I am extremely grateful that you allow me to live, and eat, with you free." I said hoping my smile was convincing. Thankfully it was seeing him nod and continue paying attention to the road. Now I was born in New York, but we moved to Illinois, and now Missouri, yea a lot huh, well when someone new found out that I was getting beat, well I would deny it, get beat, pack my stuff, and we would move. Yea I would get hit; the files that 'follow you' would always seem to 'disappear' when we left. My family, if you could call it that, was by no means financially struggling. The only reason for that was because my real father was a, well we'll get into that later.

5 Hours later, I don't know if that is how long it takes to get from Illinois to Missouri but whatever.

I felt someone lightly, if you could even say that, hit my cheek. "WAKE YOUR ASS UP!" once Tom saw that I was up, he continued to say, "Help with the bags some kids across the street helped me bring the furniture in. If they thought I would pay them just 'cause they said they were just trying to help they got another thing coming." He snickered.

"Yes sir." Was the only reply I could even think of to be appropriate to answer. I got out of the truck, not expecting how cold it was, as I was only in shorts and a Three Days Grace band tee. I slightly shivered, and picked the bags up off the ground. I proceeded to carry them up when Tom yelled my name, so I walked back over to him and he said, "I was feeling generous so I gave you the biggest room, other than my own of course."

"I, uh, I, Thank you so much! Sir," I could barely even describe the happiness I was feeling, I was so happy that I did something I never imagined I would do, I hugged him, and he, smiled? I don't even care after that, I took his and my mom's bags to their room, and I went back out to get my own. Tom then led me to my room, and walked away. I opened my door and was surprised that the room was exactly how I liked it.

"Oh, uh sorry, I am guessing this is your room." Yea there was boy in there, well he looked slightly younger than me, I didn't mind at all. So I answered in the easiest way, I nodded my head. Yea I know a cheerleader shy? Well that is just how I am.

"Oh sorry, I am Nathan, and well let me say this," he slightly paused and when he did I tried to contain my laughing because he got down on one knee and said, "My prayers have been answered, you will be my wife we will elope tonight, and you will bare my child." That did it, I broke out in to hysterics, laughed so hard I fell over, just as the cutest guy, in my opinion, walked into my room. He had icy blue eyes and chiseled features, come to think of it, I knew they were brothers because they looked so much alike it wasn't even funny, but you could tell this one was slightly older.

"Damn Nate, not even five minutes and you already have her dying of having to have dealt with you. That's got to be a new record bro." he said and his voice, was so smooth.

"Real funny Randy, but I'll have you know that we will either be eloped or she will be having my love child, because damn she is HOT!" he retorted to his what I assumed brother, before helping me off the floor and over to my bed.

"Oh well aren't you the gentleman, make a girl fall over so you could help her up." I said smiling.

"Damn Nate, you need some ice for that burn?"

"Nah, I think she'll kiss it all better." With that said, Nathan leaned over with his lips puckered, and I grabbed my bag quickly, and pulled out the stuffed bear my real father gave me, and put it in place of my lips. To say Nathan got into the kiss, would be an understatement, Randy and I were on the verge of tears, from silent laughter of course. Randy cleared his throat so Nathan stopped, opened his eyes and realized he just kissed a stuffed animal. To say there was a loud rumble of sudden laughter would be an understatement , Nathan was even laughing at himself. Suddenly though, as if on cue, Tom walked in with a stern face and said, "I understand that you are getting to know each other, but please do so quietly." He paused and allowed us the nod in understanding before continuing to say, "And Alecia, I would be overjoyed if you unpacked your things, or most of them at least, today."

"Yes sir." I answered him simply. He nodded and left the room. Both boys looked at me with smirks adorning their faces. "What? Is there something on my face?" I rapidly asked.

"No, no. Well you know me, so I'm going to go play COD, or Black Ops, or something, remember Randy dinner at 6." Nathan stated, and after a quick nod, without a glance even, Nathan left my room. I was very confused so I turned towards Randy and asked again, "What is so funny?"

"Well, we were laughing because of how you said 'Yes sir' and you are from an even more northern state then this one, not that northerners don't have manners, just that it is not very common. I am sorry to offend you." With that he took my hand in his and sat on the bed with me. "How old are you?"

"I am 18, you?" I answered.

"18, Nathan is 17 incase you were wondering. We have a sister whose 16."

"No you're about to be 18, and Nathan's about to be 17, and your sister is about to be 16. I am about to be 18 so I am just assuming here, but if people ask I tell them I am 18 and wow I'm rambling, I think I'll stop now." I said blushing and looking away from his draw – you – in type stare. He wouldn't stop looking at me, then all of a sudden he leaned in closer, I felt my heart rate quicken and,

A/N: Well what should I do? Continue? Trash it? I'll post chapter 2 when I get a few answers.

Should Randy…

Kiss her

Wipe something off her face

Lean in to kiss her and then have her dad walk in? Let me know please!