"okay" he shouted, at the end of his tether " who the hell used the shower last?" when no one put up their hands to admit it, Micheal began to review his plan of having the girls stay with them for a while.

They appeared to be even bigger slobs then Kyle or Alex, and that was saying a lot. They had only been here less then two hours and already all the hot water was gone, the sink was over spilling with teabags and coffee granules.

Not to mention the state of the bathroom.

And for some reason his bedroom. They seemed to have taken it over, and now they were all huddled up in there and had kicked him out, of his own room. Four little women had kicked him out. And messed up his room.

It rubbed against his little clean heart, and his male pride.

What little was left of it, he finished as he picked up a very feminine bikini tops and jeans.

Was he turning into a damn maid?

It was all Maria's fault he reasoned to himself, and so he found himself laying all the blame on her head, that was until she came out of his bedroom to get a drink, bend over in front of the fridge in her tight faded jeans, his black t-shirt riding up to expose a smooth honey coloured piece of skin, and he lost his train of thought all together.

Winking as she passed him, she wondered what was with the 'I've just been hit with a shovel on my face' look; it was very similar to the 'I've been messing with your sister look while dating three other woman' look and the 'I've just found out my brother and my male best friend making out' look.

Sipping her drink, she wondered what they were having for dinner? The girls were going to have to come together and make something for dinner to show their appreciation for letting them stay here, and for letting them borrow some t-shirts since they hadn't stopped to get any clothes after the whole shock incident.

Heading to the bedroom they had confiscated since they had arrived there she wondered how she was going to convince Tess to cook!

Using her hip to open the door, there was a reason for having big ones she reasoned, she closed it with her butt, and handed out the little cartoons of orange juice and cans she had found in the fridge.

The conversation was still the same, she realised. It all related about the guys, and what better place to talk candidly about them then in their apartment in one of their bedrooms.

Even thought a woman's curious nature was never satisfied and Maria's curiosity aboutMicheal screamed at her to raid his room, she stopped her self and instead changed the subject to Isabel.

Isabel who hadn't, yet, told them what was going on with her and a certain brunette…

But she would, Maria vowed, cracking her fingers in an unconsciously intimidating way, Isabel ignoring this, familiarity really made treats all but useless when you used them so much in front of your sisters.

But the need to share got to much, and she eventually gave in.

"I don't know what it is about him, but…. there's something there…" she shrugged her shoulders trying to imply with body gestures what it was.

For some reason every one understood.

Annoyingly, everyone understood and yet no one could put it into words.

Tess wandered around the room, occasionally picking up stray pieces, examining them and then putting them back down, unimpressed with them.

Until she came to a picture hanging in honorary delight, a lamp turned towards it as if to highlight its importance in the person's life.

Maria had spotted it when she had first entered the room and even from that distance away she could see it was a group of people in uniforms, and had assumed it was his graduation from a uniformed private school.

However watching the colour fade from Tess face, she knew it wasn't that.

Watching her sister in a detached way, she followed her as she pushed away from the wall, grabbed her bag, and walked out of Michael's bedroom, heading straight for him.

With practiced ease, Tess planted her feet, dropped her bag, position her thumb just right, and swung her weight behind the fist, slamming into his face with enough force to have him tumble backwards grabbing his face in pain.

Before she swung out of the room, with a contemptibly stare down at Michaels' crouched form, ignoring the open mouthed amazement on the faces of the occupants of the room.

Maria felt like she was watching from a distance, totally detached.

Her heart pulled at her to go and help Micheal up, that he had been injured: by her sister and apart from that very obvious fact, she found herself caring like a girlfriend that he had been hurt.

But she couldn't.

He was one of many,the reason her dad had been murdered.

He was the reason they had been virtually abandoned.

And he was the reason she now found herself thinking about questioning her sisters logic.

For that she would never forgive him…

Kay kind of a crappy cliffy but still u have to admit it is one…

So u know the deal… review and all that… I'm reading a story that has like 2025 or more reviews.. now I'm not aiming for that…. For now.. but please a bit of replies would be appreciated… I need to know if I should continue… coz I got another idea in the works…but I will finish one story before I post it..

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