Yay, chapter 5. And thank you to Midnight-Blazing-Phoenix for the awesome idea. You rock. If anyone has suggestions, ideas, or just wants to yell at me, it's all welcome. Enjoy!

Chapter Five: It's not that I don't understand...

Misty looked at the four young men across the table and smiled brightly. Robert, Enrique and Johnny had decided to join the dinner at Oliver's restaurant. She smiled pleasantly at all of them before taking a sip of her water. While the others had wine she remember all too well an incident involving a glass of vodka when she was four. Needless to say, she's not fond of the idea of alcohol anymore.

A moment later a waiter came to take their order. Misty ordered a chicken fillet that Oliver had suggested to her. As soon as everyone's order had been taken he bowed before heading to the kitchen. Silence once again reigned at the table. Taking a deep breath Misty decided to try to strike up conversation. "So, where are all of you from?" A simple question to start things off. Enrique smiled at her and explained that he was from Greece while Oliver was from France and that Johnny was from the "Nordic region".

More silence followed, creating a tense air. Soon Enrique excused himself to use the facilities, looking back only once to make sure a war was not breaking out in his absence. Misty could feel her face drop even before he left, the tension and glances from the boys when they thought she wasn't looking were taking a toll on her normally shy nature. Robert noticed the change of expression and decided to guess at it: "I take it you've taken a liking to Enrique." His drawl tone and look of "I don't really care but I want to make you miserable" made her feel even more uncomfortable.

"Oh, no, I'm just not used to going out to nice dinners. Especially not with cute guys." She blushed after realizing what she had said. "What I mean is...Umm...Great." She let her head fall down to the table, thankful for the fact that the table they were at was in a private booth and that the restaurant was mostly empty. She was actually dressed nicely in a pearly gray skirt with a white blouse. Her hair was even pulled back into a pony-tail, leaving a few strands to accent her face.

"So you feel out of place," Johnny stated simply. She made a sound of agreement, not lifting her head up from the table. The three boys exchanged glances before shrugging simultaneously. At that moment Enrique arrived back from his destination, immediately noticing that Misty was not happy. He ran to get to the table but tripped over his own two feet and fell right into the desert cart. Robert grinned, Johnny laugh outright, Oliver giggled slightly and Misty looked at Enrique with amused eyes. He picked up a cake and threw it at Robert, hitting him squarely on the nose.

The imminent food fight began almost immediately. The four boys were covered in pastries, frosting and cream by the time it was over. They all looked to Misty who was looking at them between fits of giggling. She was unscathed save for the bit of frosting on her cheek. Johnny looked at her with distaste. "What's so funny?" She merely pointed at them before another bout of giggles overcame her.

"You're being rude," Robert stated in his usual snide voice. "Or do you not understand that."

"It's not that I don't understand," she replied through fits of laughter. "I just don't really care." She beamed at them, only to have deserts thrown at her from all four young men. She continued to laugh, her cheeks bright pink and tears forming at her eyes.

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Robert was speechless. They were all in the limo on their way home, deciding that staying at the restaurant any longer would be a mistake. Oliver was talking to her happily while he tried his best to ignore them. "I'll bet you are very popular back home, Miss Misty." Oliver had taken to calling her that as soon as she had arrived. It sickened the brooding Robert to hear suck stupid talk in his presence.

"No, I've never really had any friends." Her tone was still cheerful, obviously a lie. "Ghosts don't have friends," she whispered as Oliver and Enrique began to talk about how impossible that was.

Robert was the only one to hear her remark (Johnny had headphones on). He looked at her in time to see her blink away the tears the threatened to cascade down her face. "Quite." His demand was met with absolute silence followed by a thankful smile from Misty. The had known one an other for only a few hours but a bond was growing between them. 'She's like an obnoxious little sister,' he mused with a slight grin. 'And no one is going to hurt my little sister.'