"Ye said ye would be done in five more minuets, that was thirty!" Conner scolded the instant I walked out of the bathroom door. He's right, I did say I was only going to be five more minuets. But that was before I decided I wanted to curl my hair instead of having it be pin straight, and it took longer than I expected because my hair wanted to be uncooperative today.

"You'll learn that when a girl says five more minuets, she never means it. You'll also learn if you try and rush me when I'm getting ready ever again, I'll make sure you fully understand the meaning of the phrase 'Pretty in Pink'. Now, that doesn't sound the least bit threatening, but trust me on this buddy; it will not be a pleasant experience!" I had nothing to back that threat up, it was just fun to say. I snickered at the boys shocked expressions and walked past them to the door. They started throwing threats back at me, but I ignored them.

I don't know where that came from. Usually the only person I mess around with play threats was my sister, and most of the time I wasn't playing around with her. I'm getting way to attached to these men, and in such a short period of time as well. I always knew that I'd be leaving them when they accomplish the favor I asked of them. But now...maybe I'll just stick with being undeceive for a little awhile.

I've been staying with them for a little over two weeks now and they have been my only form of human interaction for those two weeks. The only time I've been out of the apartment was to go shopping for cleaning materials the day after that blood sucking speck bit me, and to also buy my own bed. It took me two whole days to get the apartment clean, but at least I wont be having anymore ticks bite me again, or any other nasties.

All three of us walked to McGinty's. I would of driven us, but I put my jeep in a storage unit. There wasn't really anywhere to park it and I hardly ever used it anyway, so keeping it outside of the apartment seemed pointless. By the time we arrived, the bar was jam packed with people. There was so much smoke in the air it had me coughing for fresh air. The twins glanced down at me with concerned expressions but I assured them I was fine with a wave of my hand.

A group of men the twins age and a few older guys waved us over to where they were sitting at the bar. All of them were clearly Irish except one guy—the one who is staring at me like he was a blind man seeing sunshine for the first time. Its faltering, but its giving me the creeps so I hid half way behind Conner. I didn't go all the way because I didn't want to look rude and uninterested in the rest of the group. Just wanted to give the guy a hint to back off a little; or a lot.

"So this is the famous Dawn we've all heard so much about. You two told us a lot about her, but you never mentioned what a complete stunner she is," The creeper said. Oh great, please tell me this isn't the start of a stalker relationship! Why do I always attract the weirdos and creepers? That's the reason why I broke up with my last boyfriend. He would stalk me when I went out with my friends and he had my phone tapped. Weird? Mmhmm. Batshit crazy? Hell yes! When I found out I broke up with him immediately. And I was so sure that he was the one for me too.

"Keep it in yer pants Mason," Conner warned and I tried not to laugh at how terrified the man became but a few escaped and it had the man blushing his fear away. He got up and stormed out of the bar. After that none of the men spoke to me.

There goes me having human interaction that doesn't involve Irish twin brothers and the constant use of profanity.

I sat at the end of the bar next to Murphy eating my pickle that came with my turkey club sandwich. I bit off the top and started sucking the insides out. All of a sudden it got very quiet around our part of the bar and I looked up in mid slurp to see what was wrong. Murphy was staring at his hands and the others were looking anywhere but at me—I could tell that they were looking at me out of their peripherals though. Even Murphy was.

Not Conner though, who was tapping his pointer finger on the counter like a mad man. At last he flew up off of his stool, walked over to me and yanked my pickle out of my hand and mouth. He then proceeded to cut it down the middle on top of my plate with the knife that was next to my glass of strawberry lemonade.

What...in the hell was that for?

"Hey! I was eating that, dammit. You shouldn't just go around stealing peoples pickles. If I was a crazy, I could of bitten you and given you god knows what type of disease. We may live together but you don't know me well enough to determine my mental stability," I spoke my rant as fast as humanly possible and he raised a eyebrow up at me in question. I laughed at him, which earned me a glare.

I love saying weird ass shit to get him all confused then laugh at his reactions. Its been my only entertainment for the past two weeks since the apartment doesn't have cable and all of their DVDs are of the adult variety; if you catch my drift. It was very awkward finding those lying around while cleaning, but very fun making Conner blush when I showed him what I found. His face looked like a raspberry.

"I'll take my chances. Here, eat yer damn pickle like this and shut it." He slide my plate back to me with a grunt and walked back to his seat.

"Okay, okay! Freak."

That was the last thing any of them said to me, even looked at me. When two skimpily dressed big boobed blond girls walked over to the pool table were the twins were playing a game and clung to them I had enough. This blows! Why are Conner and Murphy acting like such fucktards? It was their idea to take me out in the first place.

I haven't been in the mood lately to go out to have fun, and I have a damn good reason not to. Not even a month ago my family was murdered! I wasn't close to them, but I still loved them dearly. Even if I didn't show it all the time, or ever really. I didn't notice how much I loved them, till I didn't have them anymore.

The twins have had no luck finding the men who killed my family. I had them watch the security tape I brought with me while I was out shopping for cleaning materials a couple of days ago because I couldn't bring myself to watch it with them. They said that the men found the security camera and shot it, but they did catch a glimpse of the men's faces before it happened. Unfortunately, they had no clue who they were.

Needless to say, I've been a downer lately. Sure the boys can get me to smile and laugh, and I mess around with them but for the most part I'm moping around depressed and in grief. Its weird, cause I remember not even a month ago wishing I had a different family and now I find myself wishing I had them back every minute I can.

Since the boys were the ones to take me out in the first place, I wonder if I did something wrong or if they're just being two faced. Hopefully its the former. No its definitely the former, I don't believe they're two faced. I wonder what I did...

"Are you free tonight or is it gonna cost me?" A nervous sounding mans voice asked from behind me. I turned around to find a geeky looking guy in his twenties standing and looking extremely awkward. He glanced at a back booth where a bunch of men were hanging out, and then quickly back at me when a man made a motion with his hands to look back at me. Ohhh, I understand whats going on here. His friends must be giving him tips on how to pick up girls. Well he should find new teachers because they are highly confused.

"Your going to make me fall in love with that sweet talking," I said in a sweet sarcastic tone. What a shitty pick up line. I look nothing like a hooker! I have a white sheer cowl tank top on with dark gray cut off shorts and my black hermes Laura Brandon sandals. Not exactly your typical hooker attire. The shorts might bit a tad to short, but its nothing compared to what those playboy bunny cardboard cutouts that are hanging off of Conner and Murphy have on.

"I apologize. See, my friend over there has this douche bag theory that the meaner you are to beautiful women, the better chance you'll have with them. Because they're so used to being fawned over that they'll enjoy the change; therefore excepting the crude offer that was presented to them. I for one do not agree with that douchebaggery logic; unfortunately I lost a bet and was forced to test out the theory on the prettiest girl in the bar." Wow, what a rant...we could get along awesomley. He's not my type at all, but I can see us hitting it off. And he gets major points for calling me the prettiest girl in the bar.

"Of course. Seeing as your pride was at stake, you had no other choice but to accept the challenge," I said and he looked taken back that I was actually talking to him somewhat civilly and not slapping him upside the face. He smiled, and he looked pretty good doing it. See, I know I'd find something that I think is attractive about him!

I didn't get that funny feeling in my stomach like I do when the twins smile, but...oh my god I did not just think that! Where did that come from? I glanced behind me at the boys and found them paying special attention to their entertainment for the night. The sight had my heart plunging into my stomach. I was grateful when my geeky man spoke up and took my mind off of the incredible ache in my heart. "Yes. I may not be a jackass, but I am still a man."

"What other pick-up lines did he suggest?" I asked with a laugh. This should be interesting, and should take my mind off of the twins. The man shuffled his feet and looked hesitant but started listing off pick-up lines.

"What has 148 teeth and holds back the incredible hulk? My zipper!" I had to laugh at that. How stupid! I wonder if these actually work on some women.

"Clever," I chuckled.

"I agree, but that would be to embarrassing on my part."

"And we can't be having that, now can we? So...did he give you anymore brilliant pick-up lines to use?"

"I'd like to kiss you passionately on the lips, then move up to your belly button."

"I actually know a girl that would work like a charm on. Do you think your friend would want her phone number?" He laughed at my statement and continued.

"Why don't you get down on your knees and smile like a doughnut."

"I don't even know how to respond to that," I told him.

"You're ugly but you intrigue me."

"That one would of gotten you slapped," I said truthly. Seriously, if he said that to me I would of left my hand print on his cheek.

"My thoughts exactly. Well, the rest are to crude to say in front of a lady so I'll be leaveing now. Have a goodnight."

Cruder than those? Damn. He started walking away but I stopped him with an invention to join me. "Hey! Where are you going? Sit down with me."

"Really?" He asked, looking completely dumbstruck. I laughed and waved him back over. He took the seat next to me at the bar and adjusted it so he was facing me.

"Don't look so surprised, you did pick the least crude pick-up line. That's got to stand for something," I told him and was rewarded with a smile. We started talking and I figured out a lot about him. His name is Adrien Dubois, he is 21 years old and didn't seem to mind that I would only be turning 18 in a week and a half. He's going to college to become a Graphic Designer and has a night job at the local Library.

He's nothing like me, and yet we get along like we are childhood friends reuniting after a long absence.

I got up to use the bathroom and when I got out Murphy was waiting for me outside the door, and he looked seriously ticked off. "Who is that?" He sneered through his teeth and pointed towards Adrien's back where he sat at the bar.

"Back off, I saw him first! Find your own man," I said in a feigned serious tone. He looked so mad I had to mess with him. Now I'm regretting the decision; it just made that vein sticking out of his temple throb violently. That can't be a good sign.

"Calm down, I was just kidding. His name is Adrien Dubois." Why is he acting so jealous? Just seconds ago he was making out with the women of every mans fantasy. I know I'm attractive, but I can't complete with that. All I am to the twins is a scrawny teenager who needs protection, not a experienced voluptuous woman; whom is undoubtedly suitable for men like Murphy and Conner.

"Why are you talking to him?" He demanded, and I could see that he was clutching and unclutching his fists. He glanced back at Adrien and his fist stayed clutched. Oh god, if Murphy decides to fight him he might actually kill him. Adrien does not look like he could take a punch, especially not a punch from one of The Saints. I have to get back to him before something very bad goes down.

"You two ditched me for Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie over there! What did you except me to do? Sit all by my lonesome and wait for you two to acknowledge my existence. Yeah, I don't think so. I was bored and Adrien is good company. Not exactly my type, buts he's sweet, funny and smart. All three things in which I'm guessing your entertainment for the night is lacking. Now if you'll excuse me, Adrien is waiting."

"Say goodbye to yer little friend, we're goin' fuckin' home," He ordered and looked over his shoulder with a nod. I looked around him and saw that Conner was watching Adrien with the same intensity as Murphy. The women who was sitting in his lap was trying to gain back his attention by pushing her boobs up in his face, but his gaze didn't waver.

"But Daddy! I wanna play with my friend a lil longer," I feigned a whiny child. Maybe if I annoy him enough, he'll knock off this jealous thing he's got going on. I'll be able to chat with Adrien longer, and the possibility of him getting his ass kicked wouldn't be a problem I have to worry about anymore. Murphy gave me a look that said he was not to be argued with and I gave up.

"I'll go tell him bye." Why is Murphy acting like this? By the looks of it, Conner has the same feelings about me and Adrien. But why? I thought about it as I walked back to Adrien and tapped his shoulder.

"I have to get going. My roomates want to leave and since I'm new around here there's a pretty good chance of me not being able to find my way back home so it'd be kind of idiotic for me to stay," I said, the fact that I was sorry clear in my tone.

"No, I understand. Listen Dawn, um...would you like to join me for dinner and a movie next Friday?" I looked at the door where Conner and Murphy were waiting for me, smoking a cigarette and talking to each other with frantic hand gestures. Their jealous...their jealous because they want me; as unbelievable as it that may sound. I'm not so sure whether they know it or not though.

This is a colossal problem! I can't have both of them, and I wont be able to choose between them. So...

"I'd love to."

I informed Murphy and Conner about my "hot date" with Adrien next Friday on the walk home and they were not the least bit happy about it. I felt horrible about using Adrien like this. I do like him, I really do. He's just not my type. Maybe that's my problem though, I'm falling for the wrong type of men for me. My previous boyfriend was definitely the wrong type of man for me; hell for every women.

Conner and Murphy are good men though. Sexy, smart, funny, protective, truthful, everything I want in a man. No, its not that their wrong for me, its that I'm wrong for them. Falling for each brother? I'm not just attracted to both, I have feelings for both brothers. What would they think of me if I told them? I'm not 100% sure, but my guess is they'd be livid with me.

"A date? I don't think that's a good idea, ye barely even know him. He could be fuckin' psychotic for all ye know," Conner disagreed vociferously, causing the couple ahead of us walk faster to get away. Lucky them. I have to live with this vociferous, yet handsome man and his equally handsome but more so vociferous brother. I enjoy their energy. But sometimes, times like now, I just want to be left alone.

I rolled my eyes at the angry brother walking beside me. "I'll take my chances," I glowered in a poor imitation of Conner's earlier choice of words to me regarding my mental stability. He returned my eye roll and added irritated sigh. We walked silently the rest of the way to the apartment. I went straight to my bed while the boys went to the kitchen.

"Ye said it yerself, he's not yer type. Why go out with him if he isn't yer type? Unless ye were lying before and that dweeb actually gets ye hot," Murphy huffed from his seat at the kitchen table. I roared my frustration and chucked the closest thing to me over the couch and right towards his head. The item happened to be a throw pillow so no damage was caused to that gorgeous Irish head of his.

"He is not a dweeb! And looks aren't the only thing that matters. Right Conner?" I snapped acidly at them. It wasn't what Murphy said about Adrien that has me so angry, its just the whole night in general. First we get to the bar and they both totally ignore me to pay attention to some hoochies and for some damn reason its breaks my heart seeing it. Then I realized my feelings for them and figure out they have feelings for me as well but neither of them even know it yet! On top of all that I can't be with either of them because I don't want to get between two brothers, so its best that they never realize their feelings for me.

"He's a uber goober," Conner responded, agreeing with his brother. And pissing me off.

"God, you two are acting like jealous teenagers!" Ah damn it. That wasn't supposed to came out of my mouth. They were just making me so angry, I couldn't stop myself. I looked over at the twins just in time to see the realization flash on their face. They looked at each other, then at me, then back at each other and I could hear them each mutter a slue of profanity under their breath.

Finally they yelled in unison, "Are fuckin' not!" But the damage was already done; I knew they knew. I'm not sure if they know I know, and I'm going to try my damndest to keep it that way.

"Whateva," I mumbled and burrowed my face into my pillow.

Fuck.

The next day.

"Oh god, help me! Help me! Help!...Conner, Murphy, now would be a damn good time to come and save me!" I shrieked from inside the bathroom. Where the hell are those two? I hopped up on the counter just as a wide eyed Murphy came bolting through the door with a gun in each hand. He was in "job mode" so when he looked up at me he didn't notice I was in the world's smallest towel. Everything was covered, but just by a hair.

"Whats the matter?" He pressed as he looked around the tiny bathroom for the danger.

"Cockroach, by the toilet. It's getting ready to attack. Hurry, shoot it!" I whimpered from my safe spot on the counter away from the almond shaped monstrosity. Oh god, yuck! I'd rather hike up mount everest in four inch stiletto heels then be anywhere near a cockroach. I'd rather get breast implants made of Play-Doh then be anywhere near a cockroach. You name it and I'd rather be doing that, then be in this bathroom with that damn cockroach!

Murphy gave me a exasperated look and rolled his eyes. He bent down and picked the bug up, without using toilet paper to guard his hand. He walked out the bathroom and I heard the front door open and closed. He came back into the bathroom laughing. "Its fuckin' gone, ye can...Jesus Christ, that's a tiny towel," He breathed when he looked up and finally noticed what I was wearing. I'm in the middle of doing a load of towels in the laundry, so I had to settle with this one. I'm to freaked to be embarrassed about this, I'm sure it'll kick in later though.

"Yeah, I know. All the normal ones are in the wash. Help me down please," I asked and gave him my hand. It'd be even more embarrassing if I tripped getting off of here. He helped me down and before I know it he was caressing me, his arms squashing me into him. He tugged at the towel until it fell and I could see him looking at my naked backside in the mirror with lustful eyes.

Uh oh, this is bad. I felt my skin heat but the burn on my cheeks wasn't what concerned me most. Further south between my legs, a pool of excitement formed—very bad! Our eyes meet and I felt a connection with him that I hadn't before. He slowly leaned down and just as our lips were about to meet, Conner's voice yelled from the front door.

"Murphy, Dawn, I'm home! Where the fuck are ye guys?" Murphy quickly untangled from me and slammed the door shut with him on the outside.

Damn, that was way too close.

Friday Night

Its been a week since the bathroom incident with Murphy. We've tried to ignore it but the tension is obvious; both to us and Conner. He's asked what was wrong numerous times but every time we say 'nothing' and quickly change the subject. Right now were all watching Drag Me to Hell and waiting for my date to come and pick me up. The boys said they haven't seen it yet so I agreed to the movie since I'm going out anyways.

I'm a chicken shit when it comes to horror movies, so the entire time I was watching it with them I was under the comforter I grabbed off of my bed. I sat next to Conner on the couch while Murphy sat on the recliner next to him. I heard a women scream in terror and clung to Conner in a seek for comfort. He didn't respond to the embrace, but he didn't push me away either.

"Are ye ever goin' to come out from under that? Yer missing all the good parts!" Conner chastised as a very none human sounding noise came from the TV. I yelped and grabbed hold of his arm. He laughed at me, but he rubbed his thumb over my hand in a soothing gesture. Awh that's so sweet—AHHH there's that damn noise again! What the hell is that? Its fucking creepy.

Then all of sounded I remembered what I used to do when I got scared as a child.

"Deep in the hundred-acre wood where Christopher Robin plays, you will find the enchanted neighborhood of Christopher's childhood days. A donkey named Eeyore is his friend, and Kanga and little 's Rabbit and Piglet and there's Owl but most of all Winnie the Pooh. Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh. Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff. He's Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh. Willy nilly silly ole bear," I sang out loud under my breath. I was amazed at how well I remembered that song. Seems right, I used to watch Winnie the Pooh every night before I went to bed as a child. Secretly, I'm still obsessed.

"Are ye singing the theme song from that fuckin' bear cartoon?" Conner guffawed and Murphy added, "Ha, what a fuckin' sissy!"

I pulled the comforter down and defended myself with, "I'm a girl, its allowed!" I reluctantly took a peek at the screen and flew back under the comforter. What I saw gave me the creeps so much, I jumped on top of Conner and flung my arms around his neck. I felt him laughing and he pulled the covers over his head as well.

At first it was his amused face looking at my frightened face. Both of our expressions soon changed into carnal need as we continued to stare at each other. Being so close and under the covers has a really intimate atmosphere, and I wanted to get really intimate, really fast. I felt the same connection I did with Murphy as Conner leaded his face down towards mine. Just like with Murphy, our kiss was interrupted. Except this time it was my date knocking at the door.

"Uber goober is here," Murphy announced from out side of the covers. I pulled them down and was greeted with Murphys hurt face. No doubt he knew what just went down under the comforter. My fear was confirmed when he wouldn't look neither Conner nor I in the eyes.

I sure am fucking this up.

I leaped off of Conner and grabbed my purse. I walked to the door and turned around. "He is not a goober. Goodbye." I made to sure to slam the door when I shut it. Immature, I know. But hey, I'll only be eighteen in four days. Immature is excepted! I smiled at Adrien and checked him out. Yep, still geeky. But geeky in a cute way. I can get used to it.

All I know is I'm glad with my choice of attire for tonight.

I'm wearing my white mini pocket tank with a red three-tiered knit skirt and my brown Steve Madden peep toe pumps with silver stud detail; paired off with a leather belt and a Miu Miu glazed leather tote. Not to forget the diamond cross necklace that I never take off. It was bought for me a week before I came to Boston, and I haven't taken it off since. A good friend of mine actually gave it to me.

Adrien brought me out of my thoughts by saying, "Goober's here." Oh no, he heard Murphy say that. Either that or he heard me scream at Murphy that he wasn't a Goober. It was probably my fault, but I'm going to blame Murphy for it anyways. The more I'm mad at him, the less I like him. The less I like him, the better off everyone will be.

"You heard that? Oh my god, I am so sorry! Don't listen to them. They've been acting weird this whole week. I don't think your a goober and that's all that really matters," I comforted him and took the arm he afford me.

The night went well, I actually had a lot of fun. The only thing was my mind kept on wandering off to Conner and Murphy the whole night. Everything reminded me of them. People smoking, people drinking, people cursing; all very common things in Boston. Those all sound like bad things, but I love them, their flaws included.

"I had a really great time with you tonight," I told him as we walked up to my front door. He shuffled his feet, like I noticed he did when he was nervous.

"I did too, but I think its best if we don't see each other anymore," Adrien blurted out.

"What? Why not?" I inquired of him. I though he was having a nice time as well.

He glanced at me but immediately looked at the floor the instant our eyes meet. "I did have a really good time tonight, but you seemed a little distracted and I think I know what was distracting you," He said and looked at the front door. Oh no. Can everyone on this damned planet tell I'm coco for cocoa puffs over them?

"Murphy and Conner? No, no! Were just friends." Not technically a lie. We are friends, and we aren't dating.

"Then maybe you should tell them that...and yourself as well. Listen, I'm good at these things. I can tell you've got a thing for them, and vice versa. A big thing. I don't know how your going to choose between the two. If I were you I'd—" I interrupted him before he could continue his sentence.

"Adrien! Adrien, I do not have a thing for them and they don't have a thing for me. Your just imagining it. Sure my mind did wander to how angry they made me and that's because I have anger issues and they piss me the hell off," I lied. Blah, this feels horrible. Adrien is such a nice person, I hate lying to him. He doesn't deserve it at all.

"Are you lying to me?" Yes.

"No, never. I can assure you now that lying is not something I'll ever be doing. Trust me." Lies! Don't listen to me! I'm a devil woman who should burn and rot in hell for the rest of eternity.

"Alright than. Dawn, would you like to join me for another date?"

"Yes I would, uber goober."


A/N: I'm sorry I take so long to update! I'm especially sorry to my Menage a Trois loving friend, whom wants her name(and user name) to stay unknown. Now that its summer my half time jobs has turned into a full time job and there's always something fun going on with my friends, so I basically have no time to write. I wrote this chapter at 3:00 AM this morning so I apologize for any incorrect punctuation/spelling. It was the only time I had to write the chapter.

Also, somebody sent me a PM asking what Menage a Trois meant. It means "a domestic arrangement in which three people having sexual relations occupy the same household." So basically its where three people are in a relationship. In this case, Conner and Murphy and Dawn will all eventually be in a relationship.

There are links for what her outfits look like on my profile. I have a Polyvore account and the outfits were already made so I incorporated them into this story. There's also a link for a picture of Dawn on my profile, shes exactly how I pictured her.

And I haven't seen Drag Me to Hell yet. I heard it was pretty scary, but I haven't been able to watch it yet. Is it any good?

Oh and one more thing, I might not be able to update another chapter for this story until somewhere in August. I'm going to Oklahoma for two weeks at the beginning of July and to San Diego for four days at the end of July. I'm sorry! But to make up for that I made this chapter a little longer than usual. I'll try to get a chapter done before I got to Oklahoma but I don't know if I'll be able to make it happen so I'm not making any promises. I've been so busy lately that I just don't have the time to write.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Reviews are much appreciated :)