Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with four brothers.

Authors Note: School is killing me right now. I have TWO research papers due and a project that's worth like half my grade. I want to try to update at least once every week and a half but it just depends on how much work I have each week. So just thought id let you know cuz it drives me mad when I'm reading a really good in-progress story and the author updates like once a month. Well anywho, here's the new chappie. (BTW: Is the I in ipod suppose to be capital or lowercase?)

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They all sat down eagerly, just anticipating the time when they would be able to eat the steaming food in front of them. Only 32 seconds had passed before Bobby started complaining to his mother.

"He ma, when can we eat? I'm starvin like Marvin over here!"

"As soon as Elisabeth comes back down stairs." Evelyn replied.

"Actually, I prefer the name Liz."

"Oh. Well then Liz it is then." Evelyn said.

She had been upstairs for the last ten minutes trying to convince herself that this time it was going to be different. She really wanted to believe it, she really did. I mean it was four fuck ups and an old woman who had them rapped around her wrinkly old finger. What is the worst that could happen? Nothing. She was perfectly safe here. This time was going to be different. Right?

Flashback

"Mr. Finley this food is amazing. Where did you learn how to cook?"

"My mother taught me when I was younger"

Liz had been staying with Mr. Finley for about a month now. After running away from her last home, this was the only person they could find to take her in. She had already been marked as a problem child and repeat runaway so most people were reluctant to take her in.

"Well she must have been a hell of a cook."

"Yeah she was. But I think I'm more like my father."

"Why would you say that?" Liz replied. Just then, she felt a huge headache come on.

"Well, my mother always said that my father was a bad influence on me. That his behavior might 'rub off' on me. I didn't believe her when she would say it. But now I think she's right."

"How so? Do you do things that he did when he was younger?" The throbbing in her skull was getting pretty hard to ignore. She picked up her water glass and starting drinking, hoping the cold would help.

"Well for starters, he has a thing for, well I guess you could say, younger girls."

"I don't…um…what do you...do you have any Tylenol? My head is killing me." Liz whispered while rubbing her temples.

"Yes I do. Its upstairs. Come with me. It will help if you try to sleep after taking it."

"What about the dishes"

"It's okay. I'll get those tonight."

They walked up stairs to the bathroom that's connected to the master bedroom. Mr. Finley opened the medicine cabinet and started looking for something for her headache.

"Here we are. Will Advil do?" He turned around and saw Liz with a very pained look on her face.

"Are you okay? You look sick." He asked with concern. He stepped a bit closer and placed one hand on her shoulder.

"I don't fell very well." Liz groaned. She couldn't take it anymore. The pain in her head was too intense. Finally, she black out.

End Flashback

Liz shook a little at the memory. It wasn't a very touchy subject for her. It just was not something that she was very proud of. She decided that it would be okay to eat here and sat down between Jack and Jeremiah. Once she was seated, everyone except Liz began to put food on their plates.

"Well don't just sit there. Dig in dear." Evelyn said.

"Okay. It looks good." Liz said quietly.

"It's sure to put some meet on those bones."

Everyone had already started eating. Liz gave a small half smile to Ms. Mercer.

"How much do you weigh?" Bobby asked.

Everybody stopped what they were doing.

"Bobby!" Evelyn scolded.

"It okay. I get that question a lot. Um…about 96 pounds." Liz replied very quietly.

"Daaaaamn!" Angel yelled.

"Is it your metabolism?" Jeremiah asked.

"I guess. I don't eat much."

She than began to put small amounts of everything on her plate. For the first few minutes she just took small nibbles, while the guys sat there stuffing there faces.

"Boys. This is not a barn. You are not cows." Evelyn exclaimed.

"Yes ma." All the boys replied with their mouths stuffed with food.

Once Liz established the fact that the food was in fact okay, she loaded her plate and dug in. Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched Liz shove massive amounts of food down her throat.

"Damn girl. When was the last time you ate a meal?" Angel asked.

"It depends on what you mean by meal" she replied. Jack giggled.

"I would say, about 4, maybe 5 days ago." She said.

Everyone yet again went quiet.

"No wonder you're so damn skinny." Bobby laughed.

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It was the first day of school. Liz checked her bag to make sure everything she would need was in there.

"Hey, you got everything?" Jack asked while getting ready to leave.

"Yeah I'm checking now. Nail polish, nail polish remover, hair ties; lipstick, jewelry, extra fishnets, money, razor, ipod, gum, cell phone, and a pen."

"Um, what about school supplies?"

"What?"

"You know. Paper, pencils, erasers, your brain."

"Oh yeah! I knew I forgot something!" Liz said.

"Really?" Jack asked sarcastically.

"Yeah. I completely forgot my eye liner up stairs!"

"Well why don't you try and retrieve some school supplies while you're up there." Jack yelled up the stairs.

Liz ran upstairs to Bobby's room to get her supplies out of her duffle bag. She opened the door, scanned the room for a second, gasped, and shut the door just as fast. Bobby had been in there. Shirtless. Shirtless with no shoes. Shirtless with no shoes or pants. Shirtless with no shoes, no pants, or boxers. You can pretty much sum it up into one phrase.

He was naked. Bobby was naked and Liz saw him. Bobby was naked, Liz saw, and he was hot. And that is all there is to it. But thank the lord his back was to her. Liz didn't think she would have been able to remain conscious of he was facing her.

She had not had any sexual contact with the opposite sex in a year. And for Liz, that was a LONG time to go without some Mmm Mmm Good.

He was standing in front of the mirror with a towel in one hand and a pair of jeans in the other.

She really hoped he didn't see her. It would really suck if he came upstairs tonight only to hear soft moans coming from the other side of the door and know that he was the cause of them. She ran downstairs to Jack who was waiting by the door with his jacket already on.

"Did you get you stuff?" He asked.

"Yeah. Let's go." She grabbed her leather jacket and walked out the door, Jack following right behind her.