When I woke up the next morning, music was blaring. I sighed and climbed out of bed to get dressed. When I stumbled out my room, Dahvie was the only one up. I groaned.

"You again?"

"Can't get enough of me, huh?" he teased

I laughed "Yea, that's it. What's for breakfast?"

"Whatever you're cooking."

I groaned. "Fine."

I turned and walked into the kitchen. I cracked eggs into a large bowl and poured them into a skillet after scrambling them and adding salt. Dahvie came into the kitchen and started on the toast. I placed bacon in the frying pan and let them sizzle as I scrapped the eggs onto a plate.

Dahvie set the toast and the butter on the counter beside the eggs as I turned back to the bacon. I felt Dahvie's arms sliding around my waist and he pulled me back against him, locking his fingers together on my stomach. I almost shivered as his breath tickled my neck; he had brushed the hair off my shoulder and was leaning his head on my shoulder. I felt like I had swallowed a fuzzy kitten. I allowed myself to relax slightly. I covered his hands with my own, reaching up only to flip the bacon.

When it was cooked I slipped the pan off the eye on the stove. Dahvie let go and walked off to wake Jayy. I sighed, and turned the bacon over on a plate. Dahvie came back with Jayy, and we all sat down to eat. Me avoiding Dahvie's glance.

We ate in silence, partly because Jayy didn't talk much when he first woke up and partly because it was kind of weird to talk to the guy that just held you like you were his. I mentally sighed as I pushed the eggs around on my plate. Finally giving up and leaving my plate to Jayy, who instantly claimed my bacon, I walked silently to my room, feeling Dahvie's gaze on me the whole time. Once in my room, I collapsed on my bed and plugged my head phones into my ipod, blaring Dahvie's voice. My lips moved silently, saying the words inside my head as I thought.

I used to be in love with Dahvie (and Jayy) before I found out Jayy was my brother. When they wanted me to come live with them I tried not to be an insane fan chick, and eventually got over the crush I had on Dahvie.

I stopped the music and sighed. Then got up and opened the door.

"What are we doing today?" I called over the music.

Dahvie was the one to answer.

"Whatever you want."

I walked out and plopped on the couch beside him.

"That's your answer for everything." I said.

He smiled slightly.

"Jayy left." he said.

"Why?"

He shrugged. "Something about needing food."

I laughed. "Well we do need food to live."

"I don't."

"Well what do you need?"

He mumbled something I couldn't hear.

"What?" I asked.

"Liquor"

I laughed. "So your dead?"

He looked at me. "You make no sense sometimes, Jez."

I smiled. "I'm not supposed to."

"Well your not drinking now, so your dead." I explained.

He shook his head. "You should've went to college."

I grinned. "I was a little busy at the time."

I was. Around the time I planned on going to collage, I was just finding out Jayy was my brother.

He smiled. "I know. You were quiet then."

I looked over. "So what am I now?"

He grinned. "Why should I tell you that?"

I opened my mouth to respond when the door opened.

"Hey! Get your lazy asses up and help me!" Jayy called, carrying two bags to the kitchen.

"Nah," I said, "I'm tired, I think I'll take a nap."

Dahvie grabbed me and pulled me sideways so I was laying on his shoulder, it reminded me of this morning and the feeling of that fuzzy kitten came back.

"And I'm being used as a pillow." he called to Jayy.

I laughed. "You are an uncomfortable pillow."

He smiled but didn't say anything. Jayy walked back out and I looked at Dahvie.

"So, how about that liquor?" I asked.

He grinned. "I can't really move right now."

"You could carry me."

"You wish."

"I do."

He laughed and slid me onto his lap. I was about to protest when he stood up and cradled me in his arms. He carried me into the kitchen and set me on the counter next to our, "Party area." I smiled and shifted until I was comfortable. Dahvie still hadn't moved and stood close to me. His face inches from mine, and that kitten came back. I swallowed. Then the door opened and Jayy walked in. Dahvie moved away from me. Jayy dropped the grocerys on the floor and looks at me.

"I thought you were taking a nap?" he asks

I smiled slightly. "My pillow wanted drink."

Dahvie chuckled and handed me a cup. I sipped it slowly while he drank out the bottle.

"Hey!" I protested. "other people have to drink out of that!"

He laughed and tipped the bottle up again.

"I don't have a disease."

"I don't believe you." I retorted.

"Believe in me." Jayy suddenly sang, grabbing the bottle from Dahvie and tipping it back.

I laughed and took another sip.(pg. 10)