A/N: Well, I'm back! This chapter...had me stumped, but I finally came up with something! I can't say I'm that big of a fan of this chapter 1. because it's really short, and 2. because...no matter how hard I try Lindsay's character is very hard to write. Haha. Well, here is letter 'H'! Hope ya'll enjoy! R&R!

~ApPeAl2rEaSoN

Hero:

(Lindsay's POV)

I screamed as I saw a creepy crawly move across the wood floor. The others who weren't already in the room with me ran as fast as they could to see what the problem was. I was now standing on a chair in the middle of the room screaming my guts out, and looking at the floor trying to find them since at some point I would probably need those guts.

"What's the problem Linds?" The short nerdy girl, Belle asked me getting spit on my new one-of-a-kind cowboy boots.

"Grooooooooooooss," I said cringing.

"W-what?" Belle asked confused. "What's the problem?"

"Oh!" I shouted. "There! I saw a creepy buggy!" I screamed as it ran out from under the bed into the middle of the floor. "Get it someone!" I screamed.

People ran around the room trying to stomp on the bug that intruded my unpacking. How rude of it...

I saw so many cheap dirty shoes smash on the ground as the buggy went by. I mean...how could people be comfortable in Nike sneakers? Some people just like me either ran out of the room, or jumped on a nearby bed, like a tall strong looking boy named...TJ...RJ...BJ...well, something like that. The angry girl, Greta made a face before speaking.

"That was my bed..." She mumbled.

"It's okay Greta!" I told her. "You should be thanking him. He's messaging your bed for you! Can you do my next PJ?" I asked totally jealous that Greta was getting the royal treatment when I was obviously prettier. She rolled her eyes at me before my attention caught a really cute boy running into the room with a chair smashing the ground that the buggy ran across. He was soooo cute! I think his name was...Tyson maybe or Taylor? I don't care what it was he was so delicious!

He eventually tripped throwing the chair across the room causing it to smash against the wall into a million baby pieces. He tried to get off the ground, but was pushed away by a scary looking boy with badly dyed hair who was carrying an axe in his hands eying the bug and swinging at it, cutting the poor thing in half. Like, not cool.

"Well, that's one way to kill a cockroach. Greta said.

"Awesooome. A skinny nerdy body, Harris said.

Tyson got off the ground, and walked over to me. "If you ever see one of those again, just let me know cause you know, I could do that too." He smiled at me making butterflies in my stomach. That's weird...I don't remember eating any butterflies lately...they must not digest easily. I smiled back at him, and I swear I felt sparks, but surprisingly they didn't hurt like they do when you touch an outlet.

"Okay," I told him still smiling.

The scary teen rolled his eyes. "They always go for the jocks." Whether or not that was true I'm not sure, but what I do know is that I think I found my new summer love...Tyson, and maybe who ever this jock guy was too.

A/N: What did you think? Good? Bad? So-so? Review! And any ideas for 'I'? I have a few, but I don't want it to be another short chappie like this one.