"H-hey!" I managed to choke out.

"Here." Harley helped me steady myself. "There you go Princess."

"Princess?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, why?" I added.

Harley shrugged. "It fits." he said happily.

"Ahem..."Saree tried to cough covertly. No luck. I couldn't blame her though. If I were her and Cheyenne, then I would want to know the two hot guys(they were hot) that my friend seemed to be hogging.

"Er...sorry." I said. "Saree, Cheyenne. Michael and Harley."

"Hi!" Cheyenne said.

"Hey." Saree said as well.

"Hello. Good to meet you." Michael replied politely. Harley nodded in response.

"I never got to ask because someone" I glared at my friends "interrupted me. Harley, are you two brothers or something?" I asked.

"Yes." Michael answered. "We moved from San Diego with our other brother and our sister."

"San Diego's not very far away." I mused. It was only about a two hour drive from our small town. It was our Port-Angeles really.

"You live alone?!" Cheyenne said in suprise.

"NO. Our brother is our age and our sister is much, much, older." Michael explained.

"You're all the same age." Saree narrowed her eyes in suspicioun. She , being as enthusiastic about Twilight everything as much as I was, was picking up on the vampire similarities. I myself perked my attention at the mention of three incredibly beautiful boys all being the same age; an odd conincidence.

"No." Harley replied sourly. " Michael and my brother Brandon are younger than me. I got uh...held back."

"Michael, you have a twin?" I asked.

"No again. He's adopted." He laughed beautifully. "You're full of questions aren't you."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to be nosy." I appologized.

"I do." Saree snorted. "What's your next class Michael?"

"OH!" Saree said excidedly. "What about you Harley?"

"Nah. I get to reek havock in Mrs. Harrington's History class. "

"Aww. That's torture. She's horrible." Saree said.

"Wait 'til she meets me..."

"Alright!" Saree put her hand up for a high-five. Harley returned her gesture, though it couldn't possibly been catagorized as a feeble slap. The blow looked like it hurt. Saree, however, showed no signs of pain. Until Harley looked away, then she turned her head. She bit her lip and silently mouthed profanities. I stiffled a laugh.

"See you at lunch Harley." Michael said. We were approaching our class.

"Can we sit with you guys?" Cheyenne asked.

"Sorry." I said, embarassed at the imposition.

Michael and Harley didn't seem to mind. "Sure." Harley replied immediately.

"That would be nice." Michael added.

"Michael, you guys don't ha-"

"It's fine." He said, cutting me off.

"Everyone loves cutting me off apparently..." I grumbled.

We went into our next class. Science was the best class for me. I love science because it's very fascinating. Aside from Language Arts, Science has always been my best grade.

"Let's hope you're better at science..." Michael chuckled as we went in. In response, I just rolled my eyes.

Finally, the bell rang in Science and it was time to leave for lunch. We sat at a table where Harley and another boy was sitting. I assumed he was Brandon, Michael's brother, because of the slight similarites in breathtaking beauty....