A/N: why will this thing not let me tab in and indent my paragraphs? anyone please?


I backed my car into a cop car, the other day. Well he just drove off, sometimes life's ok.
I ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh what did I say? Well you just laughed it off, it was all ok…

"Didn't someone else sing this?"

" Yeah, but this is Ben Lee's cover." Krysta informs me while downing her, I would guess third cup of chai.

The song they have playing is good though, much better than the original I will have to buy it when I get back to the dorms.

Caleb, Krysta and I decided to meet up at the café before eating breakfast with the rest of the guys. What is on this fun coffee filled agenda for this meeting? Torture my friends, torture, well at least that is what the rest of the guys are going to think when we dish out what we have planned for them during the week.

Apart from the week long servitude they also have to perform one task, or dare if you will. And boy are they going to flip shit. This is like the meeting of the First Triumvirate forming together to plan and conquer. And conquer we will. Seriously I am not sure who has it worst, probably Pogue. I still cannot believe Caleb, out of all people came up with his task, well with a little bit of Krys and my input but still. Pogue is going to literally flip shit, either that or shave Caleb's head in his sleep.

I have never been much of a coffee person so this is why I am staring at the ice cubes float around the cyclone in my cup instead of swirling creamer. Then I have Krysta nodding off once again to my right while Caleb is engrossed in whatever, I guess Sarah, is texting him at the moment. Being the curious fellow I am I let my eyes sweep around this fine establishment.

We go the elderly group of old men in the far corner talking of good old times, and how the world is today. Sometimes it makes me sick to think we probably won't make it to be like them. If we are lucky we might but more than likely we will give into this 'power' and end up not being able to go out in public because in normal society there will be no legitimate explanation for how we have aged as fast as we did.

This power.

Sometimes I wish we didn't have it at all. That it would just dwindle down over the years and be bread out of us. I seriously contemplate not even having a son. Who am I to put this curse upon someone I love. But then again I realize, if it wasn't for this Pogue, Reid, Caleb, and I probably would not be as close, if not even friends like we are today. And those friendships I would not give away for anything, even if it was immunity from the aging. They are in every sense of the word my brothers, even if we don't get along all the time. But that is what families do, we fight and then get along with our shit and realize that no matter what we need and are here for one another.

Fuck this is too early in the morning for this shit. This is why I should not have drunk all three glasses of this Cherry Coke. It makes me flipping hyper off the walls and think, think, think. I am pretty sure Krysta is mumbling in her sleep, funny shit.

The door chimes bringing my attention to the cash register area.

And there she is ,Cassandra Blaine.

Strategically curled hair, manicured nails, pearl necklace, and pleated slacks with a blue sweater concoction. Who does she think she has fooled? Well everyone I guess, they see her has the do gooder, the holder of bake sales, president of every honorary club, year book editor, future housewife/ charity event arranger of America. Oh, how she hides it well, you know that Cruel Intentions chick that Buffy played, the coked out bitch slut of the Upper East Side? Yea well Cassie is her, apart from the cocaine, but she is possibly one of the most deceiving, life wrecking, slut-cunts I have ever met. I hope she slips on the ice when she goes out there in her jimmy shoes or pucci, whatever they are called.

Expensive shoes with no traction, equals sluts with split skulls.

It is called Karma boys and girls. I know I am going off on a pissy- fit -tangent but hell I have my reasons. You fuck with my friends, I hate you. It is the way of the world you don't like it? Well there's the door Cass leave.

And there she goes just like a good little life wreaker towards the door, yes leave don't forget your cookies cunt.

The chiming bells ring at the entrance and I can only hope it is not who I think it is entering.

Shit.

My head swivels back and forth between the second half of our party that is sluggishly making its way through the door, and the skank. I am hoping that she can hide behind the massive curtain of curls while texting. Yes! She makes it out and he didn't see her.

"Tyler what was that death glare you were sending at the cash register for?" Caleb breaks me out of my murderous intent state of mind and back to this lovely eatery.

"Uhh… not much man, just thinking about …yeah, well the guys are here." I nod my head in the direction of or oncoming friends.

"Sup fellas, Krys?" we all responded to Pogue accompanied by a slight mumble and hand raise by Krysta while she keeps her face planted on the table (I am guessing that is her sleep deprived version of a wave).

"Awe rough night?" Reid questions Krysta while sliding in next to her droopy form. She just snorts in response.

"Yeah she's a real grump when she doesn't get her sleep." Deryk explains while making himself comfortable across the table.

We all share a laugh at her expense and she just retaliates by crossing her arms over the table creating a barricade for her to hide inside of.

"Oh by the way you're welcome Reid." He stops his cruel poking at Krysta's head with her un-opened straw and looks at me quizzically.

" Umm, what?" he asks followed by Kay taking the straw out of his hand before he can resume his teasing.

"For the usage of my car this morning." I make my point my directing index finger and view towards my keys resting beside his cell phone on top of the napkin dispenser. One of those things you have to shove your fingers in and either end up with too many or have to pick one out at a time, really just put them in a basket or something.

"How else was I supposed to get here?"

"Maybe you should think about investing in a car of your own?" Krysta mumbles a reply for me while lifting her head up off the placemat, I am pretty sure there is even a little droll in the corner.

"Why would I do that when I have Baby Boy her to lug my ass around?" he says reaching around her and ruffling my hair.

Really? Really, he knows how long it takes for me to get it to look like this damn it.

"I need fooood" Kay draws out trying to wake herself.

"Me too guys hurry up" Pogue agrees with her.

" Dude we just got here, give us a sec" Deryk whines while stealing his sisters, correction cousins whatever they are. Kay's menu is what he takes is my point, still I find it crazy how similar they look and how familiar she seems.

Krysta is more awake now and she leans towards Reid to share his menu. "What do you think eggs, French toast, or Belgian waffle?"

"What?" he reply stealing a sip of her chai.

"Which should I get?" she says referring to the food choices. During their side chit chat the waitress has come along and now is taking our orders.

"I donno, but what is that stuff?" he points to the cup of liquid he just stole.

"Well you are no help. It is a Chai latte by the way, and if you didn't like it you shouldn't have been drinking it in the first place, its mine."

By this time the waitress is just waiting to take their orders and then she can be on with her business, not that it is too crowded at this time; it seems to be between hours. Hey not our fault our friends don't wake up till 11, it's a Sunday.

"And you miss?" she pleasantly asks, hell if I was this waitress I would be bored and or pissed at this point.

"Hi, umm…alright I don't know wither to get the Belgian waffle with strawberries, dippy eggs and toast, or French toast, so just surprise me." The waitress looks a little taken back my Krysta's request.

"Umm… sure ma'am. And how about you?" She asks toward my blonde haired 'brother'.

"Alright, give me whatever you decided to give her and also I want the Blizzard egg special with whole wheat, extra toast, sunny side up eggs, hash brown things, and ummm sausage and bacon. Yeah" he tells her while folding up the menu and placing it in her hands.

"Was that whole wheat that you said?" as she scribbles away on her little note pad. Thank god cuz perosnaly it is a big peeve to me when they try to memorize it, I mean I don't give to shits if you are that good, just write it down show off.

"Yep. Oh, and could we get two more of these Chai things? Thanks Candice." My friend even lays the charm on 30 year olds, come on. At least we know they won't spit in our food.

"So is there anything else I can get you all before I put this order in?" ha she's not even fazed.

After glance around the table Caleb answers her with a "thank you but I think we are good for now". And she is off on her way.

There goes my tummy rumbling away.

"Awe is little Tyler hungy." Krysta nearly makes me piss my pants when she reaches over and pats my tummy, and yes she said hungy like I am a two year old instead of hungry.

"Yeah, a little." I try to hide my blush by turning back to my forgotten Cherry Coke. I see all the guys around me trying to suppress their laughs. Fuck you guys.

"So what are you going to do if she gives me eggs?" she tries to break away with a giggle talking to Reid.

"Well then Sweet Cheeks I'll just have a double serving of eggs."

She just takes in a huge gulp of her Chai and swishes in her mouth filling out her cheeks till she resembles a chipmunk.

Ha Sweet Cheeks.

"So when do we get to hear what you guys have in store for us this week?" Deryk ask while eating some strawberry jelly out of one of those little single serve containers.

I am about to join him with how hungry I am at this moment. There goes the grumble again. Please Candice hurry up, you have a growing boy here. I prepare for another invasion of Kay's hand on my stomach but it never comes. Not that I am totally objective towards her feeling me up but at the moment I cannot really contain the shade my cheeks will turn so yeah, I need food.

"I think we will let you guys eat your food first, before we deal it out." Caleb the smart one says, I mean I would be pretty pissed and grumpy too if I was them, so best let them enjoy their food first.

"God what do we have in store?" Pogue complains as he reaches for the sugar. He is a black coffee with a shit load of sugar kinda guy. Krysta just laughs as she sips on her new cup of Chai, and Reid mumbles 'fuck me' while following suit.

And here comes the goddess now, like Athena fresh from battle coming to offer hope and peace to us all, Candice is balancing two trays full of food and making her way out of the swinging doors. I guess she decide to surprise Krysta with the strawberry waffles. Hell as hungry as I am I might order a batch of them also.

Ahh… there they are my large stack of chocolate chip pancakes with powdered sugar all over it. I remember when Reid and I decided to be jackasses and snort some of that shit. It burns I warn you all, it burns. Do not try. Now I never really knew what you should put on it, cuz sometimes the pancakes are just too dry even with all those sweet yummy melty goodness morsels of chocolaty chips. Normally half way through I end up dipping the remaining slice in some syrup. I guess it might look a little gross, but it hits the spot.

I must have been stuffing my face at the rate of a rapid forest fire because when I come up to take a sip of my coke everyone is eyeing me. There go those traitorous cheeks again. I swallow down my latest shoved bite and reach for my drink.

"A little hungry Baby Boy?" Reid asks while stealing some of Kay's whip cream while she is distracted by giggling at me.


Umm yeah so I just felt the need to post you guys something, this is actually only part of the chapter but I might change the next one around to a different point of view, and then I will tell you the tasks they each have. Oh and if you didn't get it, this POV was Tyler. There will be some of his in this story.

still not 100 percent sure on Deryk's punishment/task/dare thing but i am leaning one way. so please any suggestions or questions let me know.

So please review, if you do I will answer any question you ask… even a sneak of the next chapter… so review please.

The girl I envisioned as Cassandra Blaine, I originally saw on Nip/Tuck now you may recognize her from 90210 on WB, I have not watched it but yeah that's her, then I just found out today that she is in a movie with Chase Crawford that is fucking crazy coincidences. Her name is Annalynne McCord, I posted some picture of her on my profile.

i will post pictures for most of my characters... but not Krysta i want you to envision her how you want to. If she is you go for it, if not let that imagination run free. I might give you a Deryk pic i might not. Being the fact that no one really looks like how I picture him and he is supposed to look alot like Krysta that would be hard. i may post a few pictures that have features that he posses. ok enough of me ramble

keep reading, i love you kmbrowen