*Hey for those SMALL amount of ppl who read this, sorry i havent wrote in forever. I'm actually wanting to go serious with my writing so my chapters r kinda long so i was ganna try 2 finish the whole thing b4 posting it but i caved so... Thanks for the reviews (those who sent good one expecially) keep them coming it makes me work harder! :b By they way i have a totally AWSOME idea coming up later in the story... Probably chapter six tho... Sneeky girls, Climbing thru a window, and dark room. thats all the hints ur getting.. by the way if you ewad some stuff u already did then I'm really sorry, if none of it matches with the third chapter please TELL me!

- Blaster*

I got up at eight o'clock sharp, and went to go take a long hot shower. I got out and found my green bikini, slipped it on, on put cotton shorts and a tank top on over top of it. I walked down the stairs and got out the cereal boxes down for Mark. I was not planning to eat, my stomach was already sick. I do not like meeting people in a new town. I was so little when we moved to New York so it didn't really matter.

"Lizzy where is my bathing suit? I can't find it!" Mark yelled.

"I don't know. Did you unpack last night like I told you to?"

"Maybe, NO BUT I WAS BUSY!" he said.

"Well then look in your trunk. Look if I come up there and find it, I'm ganna kill you!" I threatened.

"Found it!"

"I thought so..." I mumbled to myself. It was eleven twenty-three and Mark still wasn't ready. I had been packed and dressed since ten o' clock, and I was now watching a movie. Apparently my dad was a big movie buff, he owned THOUSANDS of movies. They were stuffed in four cabinets, a bunch of baskets, and a coffee table that flipped open to a secret compartment. Then he had a bunch in his room... it was crazy. In New York, I think we owned ten movies.

The doorbell rang, I checked my watch, 'He's thirty minutes early.' I thought. I just sat there thinking Mark would get it.

"God, Mark thanks for getting the door! You're a HUGE help!" I yelled up the stairs a few minutes later. I swung the door open, "Hey," I said, expecting Dominic.

"Uh, hi! Dominic's cleaning up the car real quick, he told me to go knock..." a girl with black hair and wearing a hot pink bikini with blue stripes, said. "I'm Nichole, his sister." She said, she sounded somewhat intimidated.

"Oh, gottcha. Come on in, I was just watching this movie, I think its called something like 'Nick and Joanna's forever playlist' or something. Just make yourself comfortable."

"I love that movie! Um its 'Nick and Nora's playlist.' It's a pretty good movie." She sat down on my dad's white couch. It was one of those ones that curve and make two couches. I plopped down on the floor next to Rusty, who slept with me all night. Then of course, there was a knock on the door, right as I sat down.

I got up with a sigh and walked to the stairs. "Mark hurry up! They're here!" I opened the door as Mark came down the stairs. I was looking at Mark when I said "Hey," then looked at Dominic. He had on white swimming trunks, which showed off his tan perfectly, and was not wearing a shirt. 'HOLY CRAP!' I thought. He had a six-pack and some awesome biceps! He probably worked out everyday. Suddenly I was super nervous, to be riding in the same car as this very tan, very buff, man-child. "Ummm…"

"You're here! Should I bring my bat and glove or no? Lizzy said that I should just in case, but I thought I'd ask you!" Mark said, practically bursting with excitement. He was diagnosed with ADHD at four. He had almost ran into Dominic, but he screeched to a stop right before hitting him, so now they were about an inch apart. 'Thank you sweet baby Jesus!' I thought. Mark just saved me from a really awkward situation. I realized he did it on purpose when he looked at me and winked. God I love him!

"Uh yeah bring it just in case. I think we're good, but I mean if you want YOUR bat and glove then yes bring it." Dominic said.

"Okay I will then!" Mark ran to the garage, leaving me there with him.

"He may be awhile; he doesn't find things quickly so just come in here for a sec." I said looking down. I walked toward the living room with him right behind me. "OW DAMN IT! I yelled. I had just run my big toe into the dinning room table! "Dang it!" I whined sitting down on a chair.

"YOU CURSED! IF WE WERE AT HOME YOU WOULD HAVE TO PUT MONEY IN THE SWEAR JAR!" said Mark loudly coming from nowhere.

"Well we aren't at home so shut it." I said, I was in a lot of pain and my toe was turning purple!

"Here let me see it." Dominic squatted down by where I was holding my toe.

"Uh I don't trust you! You'll probably yank it or something!" I said freaking out as he took my foot out of my hands.

He laughed "WOW! I'm not that mean, whatever your dad said isn't true!" he said looking at my toe. "I'm just ganna figure out if it's broken or not." He moved it a little, "Does that hurt?" he asked. Nichole had just come out to see what I was yelling about. Mark had seen her and about fallen over himself.

"OW YES!" I said angry that he had touched it. "I thought you were just ganna look at it!" I said. "POP!" I heard and felt it as he yanked it! I slapped the table in pain "JESUS!"

"SORRY!" he said over my complaining. "It was dislocated; I had to put it back in place. I didn't think it would hurt that bad."

"Yeah well it did! Jesus, Mark do you have your crap?" I was angry and my toe still hurt! Dominic had gotten off the floor and was laughing at me, while taking Marks stuff.

"Come on, he's ganna be a jerk. He did that to me one time, I about ripped his head of his shoulders! At least he said sorry to you though." Nichole said sticking out her hand to help me up. I just looked at her hand. This was the first sign of friendship anyone had shown me in four months. After my parents were divorced everyone acted weird around me, and slowly I just drifted away from them.

"Okay, at least I'm not the only one!" I laughed. I grabbed her hand and got up.

"Come on the cars this way." She said.

"I'm just ganna lock the door. I'll be there in a second."

"What took you guys so long?" Dominic ask as we got to his car.

"Oh sorry, we were to busy talking about how much I hate you right now." I said like it was something I said to someone everyday.

"I am an interesting topic, so I don't blame you for wanting to talk about me." He grinned at me, and I knew he was just playing around, and that he was sorry. Maybe he wasn't so much of an arrogant jerk.

"You can have shotgun. His driving scares me to tell the truth." Nichole laughed.

"Thanks!" I said sarcastically. I climbed in and buckled up. I looked at his dashboard where he had a ton of maps and papers, which I guessed was still there from his road trip. His rearview mirror had a picture of him and Nichole and some other guy standing on the top of the Empire State building, hanging from it. Mark climbed in the back beside Nichole.

"That's my step-brother." Dominic said seeing me staring at the picture.

"Oh yeah? I didn't think…" I trailed off.

"He's so cool! He lives with his mom in a huge condo in New York City, they throw like a bagillion parties a year." Nichole rushed. Dominic turned the radio on, of course, to a Country station. I cringed hearing the fiddle and picking it out almost immediately.

"You may want to turn the channel before Lizzy has an aneurism." Mark laughed. "She really hates Country."

"It's not my car," I said, getting on one of my rants, "I don't listen to Country because in my personal opinion there is better music. I rather listen to 'Thank You' by Led Zeppelin or 'Hotel California' by The Eagles than listen to Carrie Underwood sing about an 'All American Girl'. I of course respect other people's opinions, even if I do think that maybe they need to get their ears checked. The only Country music that is TOLERABLE is maybe Taylor Swift, and some songs of the Dixie Chicks. For instance, I like the song 'Goodbye Earl' by them." I lectured. I had one of the widest ranges of music that I liked, Country not being part of it.

"There goes your chance." Mark said, "Next she should say that the people who like Country don't know the difference between music and a dog moaning." Mark said finishing my lecture for me.

"Ow, that hurts. How can you not like Country? That's just… You're SO not going on my cool list now." Dominic said while I was laughing.

"Oh no, not the cool list! How can I ever cope?" I laughed.

"Oh God! Dom, seriously? The cool list? She is right though this stuff SUCKS! I mean I don't like the Eagles or Led Zeppelin either." I looked at Nichole in horror! How could she not like Led Zeppelin? "I'm more of an Orthonie, Muse or The Black Ghosts girl myself." Nichole said laughing at the face I gave her.

"Well at least you like Muse!" I said.

Chapter Four

It went on like that, us arguing about music, changing the channel on the radio, taking each other off and on our cool lists, until we got to the beach. We got out of the car laughing, people watching us. One person really stood out to me, a rather short girl, I'd say 4'6 maybe, staring daggers at me. She had a blue one piece that was rather skimpy, blonde kinky curly hair, and a pinched up mouth that was turning into a smirk, that I just wanted to smack right off her face! She didn't even know me and I could tell she was already judging me. "Who's that? The one starring daggers this way?" I asked Nichole.

"Oh that's Sophie, she's a total jerk! Dominic dated her a few years back. He was really serious, but she cheated on him with his best friend." She whispered, barely moving her lips.

"Huh." I said watching as Sophie walked towards Dominic with the 'Cat who at the Canary' smile on her face.

"She doesn't know how to leave him alone. Every time he starts to be happy she totally ruins it!"

"Sounds like almost everyone in New York." I mumbled to her. "Hey I'll be back I'm just ganna put this chick in her place." Sophie was now trying to talk to Dominic, which anyone could tell was getting on his nerves, yet he was being as polite as ever.

"What are you ganna do? He may get mad." I of course didn't care. I had dealt with girls like this before and they're all jerks. Of course I knew exactly her next move; she would start touching him and complimenting him, pretending to hang on his every word. So I made MY move, I walked over to him, not caring that all eyes were on me anyways, and slipped my arm through his.

"Hey Dominic can you show me where the bathrooms are? I need to change." I said smiling at him, acting like I was totally oblivious of Sophie, even though I did kind of push myself between them. I heard Nichole giggle and felt the looks on me.

"Yeah I'll show you, come on." He said. I kept my arm through his until we turned the corner and I let go. I sighed,

"God, I hate people like that." I said rolling my eyes.

"I guess my dislike for her was obvious." He sighed as we kept walking.

"No, I just have a lot of experience with bitchy people and the things they do. I just pick up on weird things." I reassured him. He just laughed.

"There's the bathroom." He said pointing at a door over my shoulder.

"Thanks, oh and just so you know, I will be watching." I said in my super creepy stalker voice.

"Creepy." He said. I walked into the bathroom, set my bag down on the bench that they had between each shower. 'Gross,' I thought. 'In New York there are stalls! Please tell me I won't have to shower with a bunch of other naked chicks.' I opened my bag and started to take my tank top and shorts off when I heard the door swing open. I didn't even think about it, but the next thing I knew, there was blonde curls standing there staring at me in shorts and a bikini top.

"Can I help you?" I asked making it obvious that I wasn't planning on making conversation.

"You know, your really pretty." Of course this is what they always said to get on your good side. I wasn't falling for it one bit.

"So I've heard." I said, yanking my shorts off. I took the rubber band out of my hair, and shook my head letting my hair whip her in the face. 'That's what she gets for standing in my face.' She made a 'Humph' noise, turned to the sink and started washing her hands. I just threw my clothes in my bag and walked out the door leaving her in there. My hair was sort of wavy from sleeping with it braided last night and my side bangs where falling in my eyes, which I fixed with a flick of my head. I walked toward the way we came from earlier. I found Nichole and another brunette standing against the wall, talking about whether or not they should go in the bathroom and try to save me. Nichole saw me and let her breath out like she had been holding it.

"I was ganna go in there after you when I saw Sophie go in there but... I thought that if there was a fight for one I'd just be in the way and second you could probably kick her butt anyways." I laughed at her.

"She may be a jerk but I don't think she was ganna try anything like that. The best thing for her to do is try to befriend me, and that's not ganna happen, as she just found out for herself." I followed them towards the beach, seeing a bunch of boys playing baseball, and guessing that was part of the US crowd when they all started elbowing each other and some even pointing my way. 'Very subtle guys.' I thought. "Is it just me or am I being started at?" I asked.

"You're being stared at." Said the girl who I heard Nichole call Andrea. She had a heavy English accent, which I was starting to love. She was wearing a black halter one piece, which showed off her back.

"Andrea!" Nichole said like it was rude to tell the truth.

"Well it's the truth!" She said.

I was lying on a towel sunbathing, with my Ipod turned all the way up. Nichole and Andrea didn't want to leave me but they really wanted to go swimming, so I told them that they were tan enough, and just to go that I would be fine. I was mouthing the words to a song when I felt someone come over by me and staring at me. When you live in New York City, with all the pervs out there, you learn to feel when someone even glances your way. I opened my eyes and some blonde guys were standing there, so I took out one of my headphones and asked, "Take a picture it lasts longer. Or do you need something?" I asked a little angry that my second day started with crappy music, a stuck up jerky girl, and a bunch of guys who decided that they were ganna stare.

"Oh, um we were ganna see if you were awake. All of us were going to go swim out to this little place, up lake a little ways."

"By all of us do you mean all of YOU or everyone else too?" I asked wierded out.

"Everyone, all the girls, guys, adults!" They added the last part like it was the only way that I would come.

"Alright fine, I'll go." I said sitting up and retying my top in the back. With one hand while I held it up with the other. I saw Mark and Dominic out by a rock, Dominic making sure that Mark stayed with him. Mark climbed up on the rock and yelled,

"I'm the king of the rock!" I stood up and started wading into the water. "Elizabeth! Come on!" He yelled again. Dominic turned around to look at me, seeing me for the first time in just my bikini. It was obvious he was trying not to stare, even though every once in awhile he would throw a look my way, and then turn his head quick. Of course, I did not notice. I took my time swimming out to the group of people, floating out on my back.

I finally got out far enough that I couldn't touch the ground anymore. "Hey!" I heard that heavy English accent, and then I felt the splash of cold water on my stomach. I jerked up to see Andrea and Nichole, both with guys hanging on them. 'Aren't they a little young' I thought.

"Oh hey," I said eyeing the two guys. The one who had his arms rapped around Andrea, who was sixteen, looked like he would take a bullet for her. I could tell by the protective way he positioned his body by hers, and how he had his arms wrapped around her. He had an artificial red on the tips of his hair, and compared to everyone else was rather pale. The guy with Nichole was obvious about wanting to go make-out somewhere. He was kissing her neck, making eyes at her, trying to pull her away. She kept pushing him off her playfully, giggling and telling him to stop that he was embarrassing her. "I was ganna come find you." I said lamely. Deep down I felt myself feeling left out, but told myself I was acting stupid.

"Uh hey Owen, can you try and keep your hands off my sister, at least while I'm around, please. It's grossing me out." Dominic said swimming up with Mark right behind him. His black hair that was normally in a faux hawk was now laying flat and sticking to his face.

"Hey it's not my fault you haven't kissed a girl in a year and a half. Not that you haven't kissed any guys lately…" Owen said making kissy faces and smooching noises at him.

"I thought I told you to keep that a secret!" Dominic said with mock horror.

"Well we were ganna to go hang out at The Rock, but we came to see if Elizabeth wanted to come with us. There are a bunch of people going up there." Andrea said.

"Uh I think I'm just ganna head back up to the beach, maybe play some cards, listen to music, die slowly." I said yawning. I was getting tired. The hectic pace of everything the last week was too crazy for me. I had lost fifteen hours of sleep in a matter of forty-two hours, the first two days I had found out. I had quit my job explaining that when I came back I would be super grateful if I could have it back.

"I want to play cards!" Mark said, wrapping his arms around Dominic's neck pushing him down.

"You sure you don't want to come? It's really neat, it has this awesome tree that fell down forever ago in a storm and-" she was interrupted by a splash of water and Dominic saying,

"You just wait. When you're not paying attention I'll get you back trust me."

"- It's really comfortable, you wouldn't think that a-" I wasn't paying attention; I was watching Mark flail as Dominic grabbed his leg tugging him under the water.

"Really? Huh, well I'm getting tired so maybe next time." I said looking at their disappointed looks.

"Well I mean we'll hang out with her when we go eat." Andrea said perking up a little.

"Alright, thanks for asking though, ask next time, I will defenatly come." I said smiling. They started to swim off and were about half way to the crowd when I felt two large hands grab my ankles and pull me down. I screamed, which was stupid because now I had no air. When I saw that it was Dominic, my heart did a little flip that I did not understand. 'There goes keeping my hair dry' I thought. I shoved at his chest trying to get him to let go. Mark came and I thought he would just grab my hands and pull me down. He didn't, he sat on Dominic's shoulders making him let go and free me. I swam up gasping for air, Mark right behind me being pulled right back down. I looked through the water and laughed as I saw Mark struggling to get loose from the headlock Dominic had him in, giving him a nuggie. Mark had always wanted a big brother, begged for mom to trade me for one, now he was probably wishing it were I trying to drown him then Dominic. He could probably push me off, I would freak out and think he was drowning, or give up.

"HELP ME!" Mark said breaking the water for a spilt second.

"No I think I'll go back to the beach. Have fun with… uh, whatever you two are doing." I laughed.

"I helped you!" he looked horrified as Dominic came up right next to him.

"Thanks for that, by the way." I said swimming towards land.

"You're so mean!" Mark said.

"I know, get over it!" I rubbed my eyes and yawned.

I had plunked down on my towel, turned on my Ipod, picked at my pruny fingers, waiting for Mark and Dominic to make their way back. Which they were of course taking forever to do. They were looking at fish that swam by them, and Dominic explaining things to Mark when he asked a question. I closed my eyes and started to doze off when Mark plopped down next to me.

"I deal, I'm not ganna let you cheat." He said to me.

"Okay whatever you want." I yawned, still not opening my eyes. I had a towel wrapped around me andmy hair, trying to stay warm and dry.

"You in Dominic?" he asked, already shuffling the cards.

"What are we play exactly?"

"It's called Bullshit and–"

"Excuse me, watch your mouth." I repremanded.

"You said it earlier!" He whined indignatly.

"Yeah well I'm an adult. When your eighteen then you can do whatever you want, as long as I'm not the one bailing you out of jail."

"It's still not right to curse even if you're an adult." He said.

"Exactly, and that means I have a bad habbit but it also mean that it makes it even MORE wrong for you to do it. If I jumped off a bridge would you follow? If I decided to kill random person would you do it to? Just think about it Mark. You can't deny that I'm right, sorry."