"You…are completely hopeless," I told my brother. No doubt he got distracted by something, most likely shoes.

Memphis shot a goofy, sheepish grin. "Sorry, ma soer. Thanks for covering for me."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Now, let's go home before Mom freaks." I started to walk away.

My brother hissed, and I turned to him. "Now what?"

"You see…Nico told me there was going to be a party at Andrew's—"

"And you want to go, right?"

He nodded and I sighed for what seems like the 100th time during this 8 minute conversation. "Fine, I'll cover for you again," he smiled, "if you do my science homework for a month."

His face fell. "A week," he argued.

"A week and a half," I smirked.

"…Fine"

"Pleasure doing business with you, big brother." I whipped out my phone from my pocket and pushed number 2. After a few seconds, I heard a feminine, "Hello?" with a thick French accent.

"Hi, Ma, I just wanted to tell you that I'm walking home by myself. You see, Memphis got a call saying that Nico has a terrible fever. So, by being the nice boy that he is, Memphis volunteered to take care of him," I said in my "sweet and innocent voice" before shooting my brother a sly grin and a wink. "So he might come home late."

"Ooh, zat's terrible. Okay, mon amour, just be safe on ze road."

"I will, Mom. Love you, bye." I smirked widely again at my brother before jerking my head side to side. "That's how you," I snapped my fingers then pointed at him, "do it!"

He smiled at me. "Thanks a lot, sis. Aw, man, this party's gonna be awesome!"

I chuckled before playfully slapping him on the butt. "Now, go have fun, you punk." He was about to leave before turning to me, an anxious expression on his face. "Are you sure you'll be okay walking home by yourself, Norma-Jean?"

I smiled at him reassuringly. "Yeah, I'll be fine." His concern grew even more. "Trust me, I'll be fine."

His expression didn't change. "Okay, I'll have my phone with me. Text me when you get home." He pulled me into a tight hug, pushing my bouncy bangs up before placing a kiss on my forehead. "Be safe."

I reached into my backpack and pulled out my iPod, unfurling the headphones and placing one bud in my ear. "I will. Love ya—and don't get drunk."

Memphis chuckled before releasing me. I walked away and saw him watching me from under the lamppost. As soon as I was out of his seeing range, he ran towards the opposite direction.

I smiled and shook my head. I placed the other headphone in my ear while my iPod was on low so I can still hear. I pressed play and the song "Kiss" came on. I bopped my head slightly and my walk held a tinge of a hop. My favorite part of the song came and I couldn't resist singing it. "You don't have to be rich, to be my girl. You don't have to be cool, to rule my world. Ain't no particular sign am I compatible with, I just want your extra time and your kiss," I sang.

A chill ran up my spine and my scalp tingled. I have a feeling that I'm being watched, not anywhere around me, but above me. I glanced up and furrowed my eyebrows. I'm being ridiculous. Why would someone be up a roof that needed no construction at 8:00 pm. Whatever. I kept walking and soon, "Teenage Dream" was on. I resumed my little dance and started singing again. "Imma get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans be your teenage dream tonight. Let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans be your teenage dream tonight."

I quickly stopped my dance and started speed walking, the feeling that I was being watched was back again. I took a quick glance up toward another rooftop. O-kay, I'm officially creeped out. As soon as I finished that thought, something grabbed my arm and covered my mouth as I screamed, the noise muffled against the hand.

I opened my eyes (when did they close?) and saw a group of look-alike men around me, all keeping apathetic looks. I noticed that they all held some weird looking guns. I shut my eyes and didn't struggle. I was afraid that they would hurt me—kill me even. I'm doomed. Perhaps I was destined to die this way. I knew I was going to die, but not this young.

"Booyakasha!"

All of a sudden, two of the men were hit with nun-chucks. I was pushed to the ground and looked up to see one of my heroes fighting the man that was holding me with a bo-staff (1). He glared at his opponent before looking down at me, his brown/red eyes softening as he stared into my sapphires. He put his bo-staff behind his back, extending his hand in front of me. I took it and he pulled me up. "Are you alright?" he asked gently.

I smiled sweetly at him, showing off my teeth. "Yes, thank you—very much."

He ducked his head down, eyes scanning the ground and refusing to meet my gaze. "Y-you're welcome," he stuttered shyly. His shy state immediately melted when he grabbed my wrist, shoving me behind him. He grabbed his bo-staff, swinging it at the man.

While my hero was fighting, I felt four hands on my arms—two on my left and two on my right. No sooner after I was grabbed, two more people came. One was holding sais and the other had blades. The one with the blades turned to me. "You must leave now. We'll take care of them."

"But—"

The other one with the sais roughly pushed me. "Go!"

"But—" I began again before I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I turned and stared into the chocolate brown eyes of my second hero, his eyes glittering with gentleness and shining with a soft smile. "They're right. We'll be fine, and I can't let you get hurt," he said reassuringly.

After beating up the men, my first hero stood next to him. "Yeah, dudette, we'll take care of these nasty dudes," he said, sounding hyper after beating up people with nun-chunks.

I hesitated before running, letting my heroes take care of these men. This has got to be the scariest and weirdest night of my life.

1.) I forgot to mention that the boys are in the shadows ^^;

Casey will be in this story, just a heads up. Please vote on my poll.