Author's Fuckin' Notes: Sup y'all! Thanks so much for the reviews, you guys rock! I'm swearing because Queenie over here told me to! Say hi Queenie.

Queen Caspian: Hi. waves

You rock! I'd like to thank the Academy for giving me this award. I also want to thank my mom and my dad for never supporting me and my agent, Ron Stewart for believing in my failure. I'll see you later tonight baby. winks And als- Queenie taps her on the shoulder

Queen C: Umm Triggerhappy Pacifist? Wrong speech.

TP: Whoops! giggles awkwardly Y'all just pretend ya didn' hear that? Ah think sumthin' bounced up into mah undercarriage! fake girly giggle

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN FOUR BROTHERS! SO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! GAWD! GEEZ! Where's my chapstick?

"Jerry! Angel! Dinner's ready!" I shouted from the bottom of the stairs. I heard their footsteps as they stampeded down the stairs.

"What the hell is wrong with your hair?" Angel asked as soon as he saw me. I glared at him.

"Her hair stylist is A Flock of Seagulls," Bobby quipped.

"Bobby Mercer!" I shouted in indignation as the four brothers cracked up laughing. Aunt Evie smacked the back of Bobby's head as she winked at me. I sat down at my seat and we all said grace before beginning to eat.

"Hey Slim Jim, pass the potatoes," Bobby said.

"Oh my God Bobby! It was one time! I went out with him ONCE!" I defended as I passed Angel the potato bowl.

"Was he any good?" Bobby grinned.

"Grow up!" I retorted.

"I just want to know if he was any good. Maybe I'll hook him up with Jackie," Bobby said, nudging Jerry. Jack threw a dishtowel at Bobby, who simply caught it with a smirk.

"Angel smack him for me," I said haughtily and to my surprise he actually did it!

"What the hell Angel! Why'd you fuckin' do that for!" Bobby yelled angry. Angel smiled cheekily. I snickered under my breath as Jerry and Jack laughed.

"She told me to," Angel said simply.

"If she told you to jump off a fuckin' bridge would you do it!" Bobby asked, sounding a lot like my dad.

"Of course not. But it was still fun." Angel laughed.

"Really?" Bobby asked lunging at Angel.

"Boys! No fighting at the table!" Aunt Evie scolded.

"Sorry Ma," they mumbled in unison. I looked up and saw Bobby mouth 'you're dead' to Angel who scooted further away from him.

"Wimps," Jerry mumbled quietly under his breath and he was awarded by a swift kick in the shins, courtesy of Bobby. Jack laughed silently and a small smile played across my lips. Dinner was pretty much uneventful.

After dinner, Aunt Evie and I were washing dishes while the boys played hockey.

"I'm going to be gone for a few days." Aunt Evie said as she handed me a dish to dry.

"Why?" I asked. Mostly to satisfy my own curiosity.

"My friend Holly needs my help."

"You mean I'm stuck here with the boys! They'll murder me!" I said, as realization hit me, my eyes grew wide.

"No worries kiddo. I'll take care of ya," Jack said as he entered the kitchen through the back door. He put his arm around my shoulder.

"Uh Jack? May I remind you that last time Bobby took care of us Jerry had to get his stomach pumped, Angel broke his arm and we were locked outside of the house?" I pointed out. Jack appeared to be thinking or he was constipated.

"Good point," he conceded, opening up the fridge and taking out a carton of milk. He raised it to his lips. Jackie was thinking.

"Get a glass," Aunt Evie instructed.

"But you just washed the dishes," Jack pointed out innocently. He downed the rest of the contents, wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve and tossed away the carton before leaving the kitchen. Aunt Evie sighed, shaking her head. I finished putting away the dishes.

"Good night Aunt Evie," I said as I kissed her cheek.

"Good night sweetheart," she replied as she hugged me. I went upstairs to my room and changed into my pajamas.

I crawled under the covers after I brushed my teeth and tossed and turned. For some reason I was suddenly feeling very restless. I wonder if it had anything to do with the fact that I was in a house filled with possible killers?

"Fuck," I muttered as I got out of my bed and padded down to Jackie's room. He was picking at his guitar. I crawled into bed beside him and he smiled not looking away from his guitar.

"Play me a song Jackie," I said, cuddling up to him. He struck a few chords of a song I had heard a long time ago and began to softly sing. I yawned and felt myself drifting off to sleep.

"Aww the fairy and the pixie sleeping together, just like old times! Are you guys gonna braid your hair or paint your toenails? I bet you're gonna stay up all night and talk about all the cute boys in your class," Bobby commented, standing in the doorway.

"Blow it out your ass," Jack said.

"That really hurts little sister," Bobby said as he put his hands over his heart.

"Fuck off Bobby," I muttered. They both gaped at me.

"Watch your mouth," he replied. Jack grinned. I smirked.

"Good night ladies," Bobby left the room and I closed my eyes. Finally, some sleep…