Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with four brothers.

Authors Note: Wow, I am so flippin excited that people are actually reading my stuff. I only posted it last week and people are already adding it to their favorites and setting up story alerts for it. I'm so excited. I already have most of the story planned out in my head.

The beginning of this chapter is just a full character description. I hate it when I'm reading a story and can't really picture the characters in my head because there isn't a very good description of them in the story. So here is the new chapter. I hope you guys like it.

Name: Elisabeth Rocklin AKA-Liz

Age: 17

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Appearance:

Very pale.

Gray eyes.

5 foot 4 when NOT wearing combat boots.

Long Black hair, with electric blue streaks. Bangs that stop at about mid cheek and are completely blue.

Three Tattoos':

1. Thick black lines on her right arm twisting and crisscrossing from her shoulder to her wrist. (Just like Angel)

2. A gray line going straight across her left wrist, with lines going through that line, making it permanently look like she cut there and that there are stitches holding the wound closed.

3. A thick blue X directly on her hip.

Several Scars: Lots of bruises and cuts here and there. But her most prominent scar is a long black scar, directly on her spine, starting at the middle of her shoulder blades and ending just before her lower back.

3 piercings in each ear, one black lip ring on the right side of her mouth, and one belly button piercing (a silver skull with diamonds on it).

Her style mainly consists of black, sometimes gray, and on special occasions a short ruffled white skirt that stands out from all the other black she is wearing at the time.

Baggy black pants, skirts (w/ black fishnets), and assortment of revealing and conservative black tops, lots a jewelry (not always black, most of the time multicolored), combat boots, and black converse high tops (originally blue, but spray painted black), and she never ever walks out of the house without some black nail polish and lipstick somewhere on her.

(Well there she is, I hope you see her like I do!)

"Well don't just stand out there in the cold. Come in dear and meet the boys." Ms. Evelyn told the frowning girl in front of her. "I'm Ms. Mercer, but you can call me Evelyn if you like. Why don't you go on through there to the living room where the boys are."

Elisabeth slowly walked into the Mercer home, looking around a she went. She noticed that there were many pictures of people in here. She wondered if they were the dudes Ms. Mercer was talking about. She didn't ponder on it for too long because she knew she would find out in just a matter of seconds.

As she entered the living room, she saw four guys scattered among the room. Yeah, the pictures where of them.

"Over there is Jack my youngest, Angel, Jeremiah, and my oldest Bobby." Evelyn said while pointing at each guy.

They each stood up, shook her hand, and said hello. As they all stood back, she looked at them. She noticed that Jack was the tallest. But his hair was too outrageous for the just got out of bed look. Angel had many tattoos, and Jeremiah seemed very calm. Like this was an everyday thing. And that other guy. What did she say his name was?

"Bobby, why don't you show Elisabeth where she will be sleeping?"

"Sure. Come on. You're sleeping in my room." Bobby replied annoyingly.

Evelyn must have noticed Liz slightly raising her eyebrow in question because before they made their way upstairs she said, "Oh don't worry dear. I'm remodeling the basement into a new bedroom for you. But until it's finished, Bobby will be sleeping down here on the couch while you sleep in his room."

Liz grunted in response. Bobby led her up the stairs and into his room.

"One rule. Don't touch my shit and we'll be ok. Got it?"

Liz nodded her head yes.

"Are you gunna answer me?"

She then shook her head no.

"Whatever. You can keep your things in the empty night stand over there."

She looked over to her right to see where he was pointing. She saw a small brown mini dresser up against the wall. That's not gunna hold all my clothes she thought.

"Bobby, why don't you leave Elisabeth to settle in. Come help me in the kitchen." Ms. Evelyn called from downstairs.

"Why don't you get the fairy to help. His pansy ass is a world class chef." Bobby mumbled under his breath causing Liz to suppress a giggle. Bobby walked out of the room to go help his mother.

Elisabeth sat her bag down at the foot of the bed and walked around the room just looking at the many things lying around. There were posters of famous hokey players and half-naked blonde girls on the gray walls, a Stereo and a few colognes on the dresser, and some shoes on the floor in the corner. Some CDs and magazines were stacked next to the dresser on the floor, and in the back of the room was a twin-sized bed pushed up against the wall and under the window. She than walked over to the empty nightstand that Bobby was talking about and began to unpack her things.

Liz walked down stairs only to find an over bearing smell of food. She hadn't eaten anything all day, so the smell did not help her rumbling stomach at all. She made her way into the kitchen and saw Ms. Mercer stirring a big pot of shells for the macaroni, Bobby sitting at the table cutting onions, and Jack mashing potatoes in an apron.

"Are you like, gay or somethin?"

Everyone looked up at the sound of an unrecognizable voice. They were a little surprised to see Liz standing in the doorway and a little more confused by her statement.

"Who are you talking to?" Bobby asked.

"The wannabe rock star with the apron on." Liz replied smirking.

Bobby than looked over his shoulder at Jack and began to burst out in laughter.

"Um…..no. I'm not gay. What would make you think that?" Jack asked. But thanks for asking and not just assuming." Jack said with a slight smile.

"Well you are wearing an apron."

"Yeah. I get that a lot. Thanks for asking and not just assuming." Jack said with a slight smile.

Ms. Evelyn looked at Liz. "Are you hungry? Dinner will be ready soon."

"No I'm alright. I ate before I got here." Liz lied. The last time she had eaten was yesterday morning when she stole a hotdog from the vending cart on 13th avenue. She wasn't sure if she really wanted to eat or drink anything from this place. They seemed okay, but as she had already found out, appearances can be very deceiving.