I'm glad people like this story! I love threeway pairings like this /o/ It makes everything amazing :D -shot-

Oh and I'm not that predictable ;D I plan to make this story very... eheheheh ;3 -shot-

I only own the plot :D

When the door opened, Lenka froze and I shoved the white shirt over her head before running out into the balcony. I heard her door open and Lenka say something, I but didn't stick around to listen in. My own white shirt was half on, but I didn't worry about that. I climbed onto the black metal rail and pulled my hair back into a full ponytail to match Lenka's. Now, there was a small ledge, about a foot wide, that joined Lenka's balcony to my own balcony. It was extremely dangerous and extremely stupid, but it was the only way I was willing to go. After all, I'm not intrepid enough to jump two stories to the ground. I heard the balcony door open and Lenka step out carefully.

"Who is it?" I asked, in a quiet voice.

"It's that boy, but he wants to come on to the balcony," she said, quickly. "Hurry to your room, he can't see you." I groaned and carefully stepped onto the ledge, grabbing at the spots where the missing bricks were suppose to be. I quickly shuffled to my own balcony and carefully turned to face it. I usually never used this ledge to get to my room, only if it was an extreme emergency. It was way too dangerous fo anyone to use, really. I pushed off from the ledge and clung onto the white metal railing of my own room. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah!" I called, hurling myself over to the safe wooden floor. I pushed myself up and opened my door. "See you later!" She waved and I walked inside, sighing in relief. My room wasn't like Lenka's modern-victorian styled room. My room was more orange and Japanese-ish. If that wasn't a word, it is now. I locked the balcony door behind me and looked around my room. The walls were painted a vivid orange and the furniture was either white or a light orange. Did I mention orange was my favorite color? Because it is. I guess it's because I always thought Lenka's yellow walls should have been darker than yellow. Anyway, I sat on the white frame that encircled my bed and kicked off my boots. You know, climbing the stupid ledge would have been much easier with sneakers than these. I shuffled over to the white nightstand beside my bed and used the remote to turn on the TV. I spent a lot of time in my room when we had guests over, mostly because on my door was the sign "Highly Toxic; Do Not Enter" so it would keep people from seeing me.

"Highly Toxic? Are you serious?" I immediately hit the mute button and looked at my door. The shadows of two people where in my room and I felt my face blanch. They weren't stupid enough to actually come into the room, right? I guess they were because as soon as the door opened, I scrambled into a mad dash to my closet, slamming the door shut. It was one of those closets that had sliding doors instead of the normal kind that swing in and out. My heart beat was probably going the same rate as a hummingbird's when I cracked the door slightly to see a guy walk in.

"This is highly toxic, alright," the guy said, looking around. This guy looked exactly like... "It's a girl's room. Is it Lenka's?"

"No way, I'm about to go into Lenka's room," another guy said. They sounded... "Just stay in here for a bit, alright Rinta? It won't be too long." The guy in front of me nodded and sat in my orange beanbag. I heard the door close and kept my eye on the guy as I quickly pulled out my phone. I quickly started texting Lenka, but she was too occupied to help. I sighed inwardly and quietly raided through my closet for something to wear. I pulled on a pair of Levis, black, high tops, a blue hoodie, and tinted giant sunglasses. Here goes nothing... I slid open my door and stepped out, immediately attracting his attention.

"Who are you?" I asked, lowering my voice. His face looked pale, even though the rest of his skin was fairly tanned. His blue eyes contrasted his golden hair and his face was angle in the right places to have the light make his face seem like a god's. In other words, he was pretty hot.

"The real question is 'who are you?'" he responded, standing up.

"I asked you first," I shot. "And this is my room, obviously."

"Fine, I'm...uh..." he stuttered, trying to think. "I'm..."

"Rinta," I answered. "Your name is Rinta. I saw you intrude into my bedroom. I'd appreciate it if you left." He made a face and shook his head. I'm surprised it didn't mess his hair up.

"You over heard," he stated, rubbing his neck. "Uh...well..." The door opened again and I hid behind Rinta. Thankfully, he was bigger than me.

"Don't go in there!" I hear Lenka snap. "It's highly toxic in here!"

"Relax, Lenka, I'll be fine," the guy said, opening the door. "I just want you to meet someone." I saw Lenka walk into the room with...Rinta? No...this was someone else. Of course, they used the trick too, but I wasn't about to blow my cover... Since they were both focused on Lenka, I carefully walked around my room and slipped out the door, without being noticed...I hope. Thank goodness she held their attentions like flies to a light. I snuck out and took off my glasses, trying to find a good hiding place.

"Hey! Girl! Wait!" CRAP! I continued to run as fast as I could down the halls and slid down the wooden banister (my favorite method of getting downstairs) into the foyer. "STOP!" When someone tells you to stop running, you don't. It normally means they're chasing you and you're not suppose to be chased. I ran into the red hallway and through the side hallway. I knew these halls like I knew Lenka; we've been playing in them since we were little. I turned and shut the door after a bit, locking it. I heard his footsteps pass right by and I sighed in relief.

"Hey, what are you doing in here?" I froze and looked up. Ahead of me was Lily'solder brother Lucian; he was a fashion designer named the 'Fashion god of the Year'. It was interesting, but not really important to me.

"Oh hey, Uncle," I said, standing up. He observed me with a close eye and nodded.

"Running from someone, Rin?" he finally said, turning back to his model.

"Yeah," I said, sitting in his black, leather, chair. "Apparently, Momma invited someone over and didn't tell us."

"How stupid," he said, pinning fabric together. "What about Lenka? Is she alright?"

"Yeah, they know her as Lenka right now, so I had to disappear," I said, sighing. Lucian was one of my favorite people, but I didn't see him enough to actually call him a friend. He was always able to tell Lenka and I appart. I never understood how because all he said was 'you're different. It's something about how you shine in the light.' I'm sorry, I don't understand Fashion Designer Weebo Talk. Not on my language list. Lucky, I know other languages such as Spanish and French. It comes in handy at times.

"Well, since you're here, I need a model of your body type," he said. He plucked a sapphire blue dress from his rack and threw it to me. "Go in the dressing room and try it on."

Hmmm...this chapter...I guess it's alright... 8D -shot-