I now present you with chapter number 6 and it's longer then the last one! Have fun! Thanks for all the reviews. They're amazing! =D and I don't own HON

Zoey

I couldn't believe it. There, before my eyes, it was all of my room. My room! I thought I'd never see my stuff again! I squealed, as I ran over to my desk and opened the top right-hand drawer to reveal my Plusle doll, (yes, the Pokémon) and hugged it tightly to my chest.

"Um, Zoey? You know that's just a stuffed toy, right?" Stark asked, a smile playing on his lips. He's just so cute. Whoa, wait, what? Did I just think that? What am I talking about, I don't even know him! Why would he like me anyway? I'm just a stupid Goth chick.

"Hey! Zoey! Zoey! Zoooooeeeyyy… earth to Zoey!" Stark said, waving a hand in my face.

How long had I been daydreaming? "Oh, sorry, I was just, thinking…." I trailed off, looking at the boxes of my things that needed to be unpacked, which lay on top of my bare mattress. Ugh, I'll have to remember to dig out my sheets later.

"Guys I'mma go downstairs 'cause I forgot… something." Stevie Ray said. Then she ran out the door.

"That was weird, even for Stevie Rae," Stark said.

"Oh Stevie Raaaaeee? Great now I have to go walk all the way downstairs." Jane complained.

"Why do you have to go downstairs my dear sister?"

"Mind your business Stark," she said while giving him a conniving smile. Wow she is just like him… I think.

As she headed out the door he called out "Hey Jane while you're added, can you bring me up another pop, please?"

"Yeah sure, be right back."

After she left the room I asked "Why was she smiling like that?"

"She's up to something," he replied while pondering.

Oh wow, he's just so hot. Control Zoey, self-control. I deiced to break his concentration. "Um Stark, would you mind helping me unpack?" I asked him nervously.

"Sure thing." He replied while walking over to one of the boxes. He sat on the floor with the box on his side. After deciding that I spent too much time staring at his perfect face, (well perfect everything) I tried preoccupying myself by getting one of the other boxes.

After setting the box down, I went on a hunt to find my bedsheets. I started to walk forward but tripped over the box. Ah hell. I thought, as I threw my hands out to break my fall. I closed my eyes as the ground was coming closer and closer, but opened them when I didn't feel the impact of my body hitting the floor. Looking down, I grasped the fact that Stark had caught me. It looked like an awkward embrace because I had fallen on top of him. His hands were around my waist, and mine around his neck. I could feel his breath on my skin.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I-I'll get off of you," I stuttered, blushing like a madman.

"No. Stay," he whispered back, smirking.

"O-Okay," again I stutter. Being around him made me so nervous.

And for a while, we just stayed in that position- just staring into each other's eyes. Wow, I could get lost in those big brown eyes for days on end and never be bored. Just amazed. Amazed at the beauty, the depth, the kindness in those eyes, those were the things that made me think that I was falling in love with him.

Whoa, back it up. Falling in love with him? What? I didn't have much time to think about it, because the in next second I felt his soft, warm lips on mine. Instantly every thought disappeared from my head, and then I thought of nothing but Stark, and the amazing way he made me feel. He pulled me into his lap as he sat up against the wall, our lips never parting. He wrapped his arms around my waist, mine around his neck, as I kissed him back. And then the kiss became something deeper. It seemed as if something clicked, like a puzzle piece, or like we had met each other once before. A tinny gust of wind swirled around us as the already familiar voice of our goddess whispered to me, Soulmates. Her voice rang through my mind as we both pulled back, gazing into each other's eyes once again.

"Zoey," Stark whispered before we heard the jingle of the knob as it was turned. Embarrassed, I climbed off of Stark and went to look for my sheets. "Jane did you get me that pop I so nicely asked for?" There was an innocent expression on his face and I just couldn't help but laugh.

"Here's your pop. Can I ever get rid of you?" Tossing it to him, he easily caught it. If there wasn't a smile spread across her lips, I would have thought that she was serious. There was also a glint of sadness in her eyes too. I wonder why?

"Jane, are you ok?" Stark had the most concerned look that I'd ever seen.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't go all soft on me Stark or should I say, James." Brushing off his concern, she continued, "Besides I got a surprise that I want to show you later."

"Is it by any chance Duch? Is she downstairs?" Just by mentioning her name, his eyes sparkle. Damn it's probably another girl. Zoey stop being an idiot. He just finished kissing you, get a hold of yourself. Wow, how could I let some guy get to me like this? The truth was that he was more than just some guy.

"Goddess Stark, could you cut the smartness down a few notches so I could give you a damn surprise? Well since you ruined it, I'll just text Stevie Ray to bring her now."

"Hey Zo you want… Zoey are you ok?" He asked. Now they both were looking at me. I just stared back at them.

"I'm fine. I-I just got… sidetracked." I tried to say it nonchalantly. It didn't work out so well so I just shrugged my shoulders and went back to looking through my stuff. Yes got it. I pulled out my blood-red sheets. Sighing, I got to work pulling the boxes of my junk off of my bed, and placing it on the floor. After they were all on the floor, I got to work making my bed.

Curiously Jane said, "So Zoey, looks like we're roomies huh?"

Ignoring the stupid jealous feeling I had earlier I replied, happily. "Yea, it sure seems that way."

"Uh, Zo? Where does all this stuff go?" Stark asked, pointing to a box of papers, sketchpads, and notebooks.

"Oh, just put those by my desk, I'll deal with them later," I said. I quickly glanced around the spacious room. I had my bookshelf, loaded with all of my favorites, my desk, my dresser, and my bed. Jane had basically the same as me, except my furniture was black and hers was brown cheery oak wood. The only thing that seemed personalized on Jane's side was the stand with shelves filled with ribbons, medals, awards, and trophies.

And then there was Stevie Ray's side. The first thing I saw was the life-sized Kenny Chesney poster that hung over her bed and a cowboy hat that rested on one of the bedside tables. She even had an old-fashioned looking gas lamp with the base shaped like a cowboy boot. It was definitely going to be interesting to have all three of us rooming together.

While Stark was putting my clothes in my dresser, I went to sort out the papers in the box he found before.

I hadn't gotten far before I heard Stark call from across the room, "Zooeeeeyyyy, look what I found!" Damn it! He found my bras! I turned to see Stark with a pair of my blue panties on his head, and one of my bras dangling in his grasp. He grabbed a pencil and shouted, "FIGHT TO THE DEATH!" and began sword-fighting with my Harry Potter teddy bear. I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe. I looked up to see Jane shaking with laughter. Stark just kept it up. "DIE! He shouted, as he slit the pencil across the bear's neck. "I WON!" he yelled out, which made us laugh even harder. Stark started laughing, too.

It took a moment for everyone to come back to their senses. Soon after, we all calmed down and went back to helping me unpack.

Three minutes later we hear a knock on the door. "Come in!" Jane yelled from her spot on the floor, helping me with sorting out essays from my loose sketches, or lyrics. The door opened and in came a much muscled looking vamp.

"Is everything well in here? I heard someone shout, die. I wasn't too sure if it was an emergency or not." He said with a smile on his face.

"Everything is just great Darius. We were just goofing around." Stark replied, smirking at me.

"Well, okay. If you say so. Stark, Neferet wants to see you in her office immediately." The man, apparently Darius, said then walked out of the room.

"Who was that?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, that's Darius. He is a Son of Erebus. Normally they would only be here if something was wrong, but he and couple of others are helping Dragon train students with 'potential', so a handful of them are staying here."

With an evil grin aimed in Stark's direction she continued, "And it doesn't hurt that they're here, since they're all hot with amazing talent and perfect biceps." Jane finished by answering my question.

"Oo-kay, I'm going to go see what Neferet wants." He interrupted, getting up." I'll be back later," and with that he was out the door.

So that's the end of this chapter. I hope you liked this one. Don't forget to review!