9:00 a.m.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while, it's just that everything at home has been going.....great.

The past few days have been so much fun.

We've gone bowling, ice skating, and we almost went bungee jumping but Jason said it wasn't a good idea.

9:05 a.m.

Wtf?

It's already nine and the aroma on breakfast in progress is nowhere.

...Nate!

9:10 a.m.

I go downstairs into the kitchen and see all the cabinets open.

Pots and pans lying everywhere.

And the sink is overflowing.

Oh!

And Nate is in the fetal position on the floor.

"Shane! Jason! Nate's gone mental!"

"Nate, what the hell?" Shane said, coming into the kitchen in only his boxers.

I could have sworn he went to bed with pajamas on.

"Omigosh, Nate are you ok?" Mitchie exclaimed coming into the kitchen with Shane's pj's on.

Oh. Duh.

"No...food...no...ingredients...nothing!" Nate blubbered.

Oh. My. God.

"Nate, get up from the floor," Jason said, walking over and turning off the sink, getting his hands wet

from all the water on the counters.

He looked around the kitchen for a few seconds.

"Where are the paper towels?" he asked.

"We ran out of those like two days ago," Frankie said.

Dude? He came out of like nowhere.

"Well, I guess we gotta go get some house supplies and groceries, get ready you guys we're going to

Walmart," Jason said wiping his hands on his pants.

"Can Mitchie come?" Shane asked.

"Su-...Shane, is Mitchie wearing your pajamas?" Jason asked.

"I'll take that as a yes," Shane said going back upstairs.

Boys and their hormones. Ew.

"Come on Mitch, you can borrow something of my clothes," I said.

She smiled at me and followed my upstairs.

"I was right," Mitchie said after the door closed. "Your brother is good in a bed."

I still have to get the stain of vomit off of my carpet. Oh, Jaaaasssooonnnn!

9:30

"Anyone ready YET?" Jason

"NO!" Me

"NOPE!" Nate

"IS MITCHIE STILL CHANGING?!" Shane

"...YES!" Herself and me

"I NEED TO GET SOMETHING FROM YOUR ROOM THEN, LENA!" (Three guesses.....)

"SHANE!"

"Sorry Jason..." he grumbled.

9:45

Nate's pale and shaking.

I'd feel sorry for him...but after what he said to Jase it's not been easy to be nice.

9:46

"Now...everyone in?"

Duh it's not like Shane's sitting on the roof or something...and he has tried to pull it off.

Now...time for the longest car ride ever.......

10:01

Ok, so it wasn't that long.

Did I enjoy it?

Yeah.

No.

"Okay, guys we should meet back here in-," I looked up and saw everyone going their separate ways.

Frankie and Jason, one way.

Mitchie and Shane, hand in hand, a different way.

Nate heading straight for the produce.

And I'm still standing at the entrance.

What nice assholes they are.

I scoffed at picked up a basket.

Cosmetics, here I come.

10:25

Mascara. Check

Lips gloss. Check.

Eye liner...How did I almost leave without eye liner?

I can be so silly sometimes.

I know you are giggling/chuckling/ etc.

THIS IS NO LAUGHING MATTER!

What if I had left with no eye liner.

The fricken world would have stopped.

Not joking.

10:40

I turned the corner of the aisle to get to the eyeliner when I felt my ass vibrate.

1 text message.

I started reading the message but the next minute I felt an impact and landed on th efloor, my phone sliding under the shelves.

"Dammit,"

"Hey are you okay!?"

I looked up to see the most gorgeous guy ever.

If Nat Wolff, Devon Werkheiser, Chace Crawford, Daniel Radcliffe, Nathan Kress, Cody Linley, Zac Efron, Jason Dolley, Tony Oller, and Josh Hutcherson
decided to form into one guy...

He would be it.

Fer shiz.

"Oh, I'm just freaking fantastic!" I yelled, "I'm on the floor, my ass hurts, and my phone is under the shelves, what else could go perfect!?"

He put his hand out and I noticed the ugly blue vest.

He works here?

No! His name tag says Clyde.

Those two facts make him imperfect!

I dusted myself off.

"Urm...thanks Clyde," I said.

He gave me a WTF look and looked down at his name tag and laughed.

Yeah.

My turn for the WTF look.

"Oh, my name isn't Clyde, it's Trevor," he said with a smile.

Yeah. The smile of a god.

Dude.

Trevor is a hot name.

And!

He's a hot dude.

11:05

Hot dude here, got my phone out from under the shelving thinger.

"So I get off in ten minutes, how about we get a bite to eat," Trevor said.

"Yeah! Sure!" I yelled.

Be cool.

"I mean, I had other plans but I guess I can squeeze you in," I said cooly.

He took my basket.

"And how about I pay for this, you know, employee discount and everything," he said popping his vest.

Oh so cool.

"Uh, sure," I siad as we turned the aisle.

And ran straight into Jason.

Great.

"Lena, who is this?" Jason asked, glaring at Trevor.

"I'm Trevor," he said, putting out his hand.

"And? Do you mind leaving my sister alone?"

"Jason!"

"What!?" Jason exclaimed.

I pulled him off to the side leaving Trevor.

"You idiot! That could be my future husband for all you know!"

"You just met the dude! He could be a pedophile for all you know!"

"He works at Walmart, I'm pretty sure Walmart doesn't hire pedophiles," I growled. "Now go away."

I turned around.

Trevor stared back at me. I groaned on the inside.

My life sucks.

11:10

He's still asking me about Jason.

I really wish Jason hadn't cried last week.

Otherwise I'd be killing him right now.

11:12

He paid for my stuff. But i insisted on paying half price.

It's not like I dont have a way of taking care of myself.

11:15

"I HATE YOU JASON!"

I froze. That sounded like Frankie.

And Trevor just got off!! DAMMIT!

"Uh...can you hold on a second?" i asked.

11:17

"Frankie, calm down, man."

Shane.

"SHUT UP SHANE! JUST SHUT UP! Eres un pinche puto, dejame en paz! (Spanish for "Shane you're a fucking whore and just leave me in peace!)"

I froze. Was that Spanish Frankie was screaming?

Hey, I paid half attention in Spanish.

I ran around the corner. "Jason what the hell did you do to him!?" I shouted, seeing Frankie still screaming the unknown language at Shane.

"Nothing! He went all spacy and then he seemed fine...." Jason held Frankie back.

"Sueltame!" (Spanish for "let me go")

"Frankie, dude, chill!" Nate shouted. But Frankie's leg flashed out.

Nate let out a gasp of air and bent over, swearing and holding himself. "FRANKIE GOD DAMMIT!"

Frankie bit Jason then took off running, down the aisle and out of sight.

"FRANKIE!" I screamed and took off after him.

By the time I got outside...Frankie was gone.

The others, inculding Trevor, came up behind me.

"I lost him," I realized. "I lost our little brother..."

What the hell was I crying for?

Jason put his arm around my shoulder. "Don't worry. We'll find him. Everyone split up! Shane and Mitchie go south, Nate you come with me East, Lena and
whats-your-face, North!"

"Why should I?" Trever asked. "It's not my problem, or Lena's."

"He's my brother!" I exclaimed.

"So?"

"SO?! He's my brother and I...I love him," I whispered. "Like I love the rest of my brothers. If your not going to help, Trevor, then i'll see you later."

My brothers beamed at me and I felt kind of good. I'd never said outloud that I loved my brothers...but I knew, deep down, that I really did.

"Okay no sappy-ness!" I said when I'd finished hugging them. "Let's find Frankie!"

Oh no Frankie is gone! Review to encourage Lena Nate Shane and Jason.