A/N: Hey readers, this chapter is a little bit intense in Leonie's view. Ages and time frames weren't carefully considered, so if anything is sketchy there I apologize. I think I might switch this to Cinderella Story, though.

Chapter 5

Kevin's POV

Did someone die in here or something? Why was everyone so depressed? I looked at Nick, who was looking towards the bathroom, guilt staining his face. If Nick had done something in the bathroom that he had to be guilty about, I made damn sure I wouldn't be going in there any time soon. But then it opened, and this positively stunning girl walked out, her face red and splotchy but a smile painted on nonetheless. She had nothing on Laken though, I just couldn't get over my date's ravishing beauty. How cheesy was that? Joe, Nick too probably, would never let me forget it if they'd hurt me thinking like that.

"Um, I should probably get going," she smiled blankly, and realized I was in the room. "Oh, hey Kevin. I'm Leonie, sorry to leave as you're walking in." I just nodded at her, something was obviously on her mind. She looked mature though, I guessed she was Joe's rather than Nick's, oh god I was talking about girls like they were objects again.

"It was cool meeting you all," she smiled at all of us, and I saw her look at Nick for just a second longer but he was avoiding her gaze. It was just like Nick to fall for all of Joe's catches. The door of the backstage room closed, and immediately I went to congratulate Joe.

"Nice score man," I said, eyebrows raised.

"Well Kev, that," he paused, and motioned out a girl with a figure that was, I guess we could politely say, abundant in areas but only Joe would be stupid enough to actually point it out, "is all little Nicky's, and he's whipped."

The door opened again, and Leonie walked back in, her cheeks red as a fire engine. Joe looked down, he didn't know if she'd heard anything he said but she just smiled.

"I forgot my phone, I hope I wasn't disturbing anything." She smirked, and bent over to get her Iphone, while Nick averted his eyes.

Leonie was about to leave, but pivoted on her toe and made a bee line for Joe.

She crouched down to be level with his slumped figure, and her index finger pointed directly at his face.
"You are incredibly immature!" She accused, a smug look on her face as Joe turned beat red. She couldn't help herself, she whipped out her phone and snapped a shot of his look, "Rhi'll love this," she said saving it for Rhiannon's viewing pleasure later.

Then she wordlessly left the room.

"There wasn't a shred of awkward tension in that situation," I muttered, while Nick looked at me and Joe glared. I attacked them with questions, "Who's Leonie, why was she crying, who's Rhiannon, Joe, why are you an idiot, what happened while I was gone?"

"Shit, that's a lot to answer. Let's start off with one simple question to you, Kev, where were you tonight?" Joe questioned, curiosity streaked his features.

"I met a chick, hey stop smirking, it's not like I was the only one, and her name is Laken. I met her at the store when I went to get Nick some more Redbull, so we went to an arcade and I owned her ass at everything." I was lying a little, but what would Joe or Nick care when they clearly had interesting nights of their own.

"She hot?" was obviously the first thing out of Joe's mouth.

"You seriously need to shut up," Nick shot irritably at him, who received a shocked look from Joe.

I ignored Joe, and gave them a pressing expression, waiting for my answers.

Nick decided to take on the answer boat.

"Leonie is a girl I met today, who was pissed off because her sister didn't drive her to the concert so she had to walk and missed the whole thing, she got here just as lock down was ending. I don't know why she was crying, I think it had something to do with Frankie's outburst of my emotion, or something about brothers in general I guess. Rhiannon is some chick that Joe met--" he was cut off by Joe.

"Insanely beautiful, voice of an angel type girl!" He interrupted.

"Yeah, what Joe said," Nick said, clearly uninterested, "As for your next question, honestly I don't know where his genes got screwed up. And lastly, a lot."

"Rhi is like, sensitive or whatever. I went to nudge her and she went ape shit man, all yelping and shit. And then Leonie was looking all Mrs. Brady on her, so there's obviously something going on there. And Leo and Rhi knew each other from somewhere, but they didn't say the place." Joe finally showed some partake in the conversation, glad that it had gone back to his girl.

Leonie's POV

I felt totally bad leaving Nick wondering, but he didn't know I'd slipped my number into his phone while I said I wanted to hear his ringtones. He probably thought my unorthodox outburst was because of what Frankie said, but I'd been holding in emotions about my brother for so long that I had to cry. My brother died, you see, he was only seven and little Frankie reminded me so much of him. I couldn't bare to believe that Nick didn't fully appreciate his little bro. I allowed myself to be swept away by emotion, and couldn't break down like that in front of boys I barely knew. And now, I can't help but remember the day of my brother's death.

My mom told us we weren't allowed to go near the dilapidated shed, it could collapse at any minute. We were both young, me being thirteen and him only seven, and playing around outside. I was getting bored of watching him race cars, so I decided we'd make an interesting little game. I told him I wanted to play Bloody Mary. He looked scared then, and his face grew to horror at my next statement.

"You need to go into the shed, spin around three times, and say "Bloody Mary" three times." I said.

He looked mortified, but wouldn't back down from a challenge. So he walked in and began the ritual I'd explained, but chickened out just in case anything really showed up. I told him he had to finish it, so I held the door shut while he banged furiously on it on the verge of tears. I was laughing, thinking I was scaring my little brother to death... I hadn't intended to mean it literally.

"Leonie, let me out!" His voice cried, horror setting in. He kept banging on the door, and I heard the shed start to creak. His banging had jogged it out of the state that was keeping it standing, and it began to wobble. I let go of the door and screamed for him to come out of there but it was too late, the shed fell down on top of him and he was crushed under its weight.

I was now crying, I hadn't told anyone that I had such a big part in his death, not even my parents knew the situation. I couldn't tell anyone that me refusing to let him out was going to end it all. I cried myself to sleep, and woke the next morning with the familiar look of puffy red eyes and splotchy cheeks. My phone was vibrating on the nightstand, and I had a new text.

From: Nick J.

433-555-1212

found a random number in phone,

know who it belongs 2? ;-)

I smiled, and decided to leave the text unanswered for now.