A/N- i know hyde is like 35 but I have no idea how old anyone else is so, Hyde is 32, Jeff is 26, Melissa is 12 and Grace is 30. Anyone else, you can decide :) Enjoy

5:20

I wake up alittle later, still tired. I sigh and get up anyways. I head to the bathroom and take a wake up shower. As soon as I put on my white shirt and pants, I hear a knock at my door.

"Comin'!" I call, scratchin my head. I open the door to be pounced on by a girl. "Melissa?!" I stumble back, but catch myself. "Mr. Hyde!" she lets go and gives me a bright smile. "Hiya kid. You know you cant be tacklin people like your a football player.." I mumble as she giggles. "Sorry Mr. Hyde! But I gotta show you someone!" She grabs my hand and drags me down to room 217. "Ma!" she yells as she knocks on the door. "Melissa! There are people- Oh!" a dirty blond with gray eyes open the door. 'Sorta reminds me of Racheal..' I shake my head. "I'm sorry, is Melissa bothering you?" she asks.

"No ma'am I-"

"Ma, this is the man that helped the hotel! This is Mr. Hyde!" she pushes me foward and I stumble into the front of the door. "Damn kid!" i whisper under my breath. "Oh so your Mister Kyle Hyde." she flashes a pretty white smile and I cant help but smile back. "Yep. Guess I'm pretty famous huh?" she nods and laughs. "Melissa has told me about you non-stop for the last two years." I grill the kid behind her mom. "I can imagine." she laughs again, I look at her. "Oh!" she gasps and flushes, sticking out her hand. "My names Grace. Grace Fumble." I shake her hand. "Melissa, go get ready." Grace tells Melissa. I see the kid nod and run. "Me and Melissa are heading to an art gallery near by."

"An art gallery? Near here?" I ask, amazed. She laughs again and...well she's pretty. Then something comes to mind. "If ya dont mind me askin, where's your husband?"

"My husband? I dont have a husband- oh...you must be talking about Kevin." she says his name with such bitterness I cant help but laugh. "Something funny, Mr. Hyde?" she pouts and I cant help but laugh harder. 'She looks like Jeff now with her face and her shoulder cut hair'

"Didnt know you had such a... 'dislike' for Kevin." I subside to a smile and lock eyes with her. Suddenly I see Jeff standing in her place, leaning on the door, with slightly hooded eyes and parted lips. I quickly shake my head and see Grace standing in front of me, not Jeff..or that same stance.

"Maybe." she narrows her eyes with a smile. "I'm ready Ma!"I hear Melissa yell as she runs out next to me. "Gold pipes kid.." I huff. "She gets it from me." Grace smirks. "I just bet she does." I purr, leanin on the doorway. 'Wait..what?!' I quickly pull back, but I smile at Grace's blushing face. "Y-yes well...We've got to go. Maybe we could, have dinner together?" she smiles, closing the door behind her. "It's a date." I smirk. "Is it now?" she leans in, our faces inches away. "Ma come on!" I close my eyes and sigh. "Coming!" Grace yells downstairs to the kid. "I'll see you for dinner..Kyle." she winks and walks off.

'Whoa...Havent filrted like that in years! Who does she remind me of...?'

I shake the question out of my head and walk downstairs. I whistle a random tune and spot Jeff on the sofa in the main room, watching aand channel surfing on the flat screen TV on the wall next to the front desk. "Hey kid. Feelin better?" I throw myself next to him. "Dont it look like it?" he says in that annoying little rich prince vocie that I first met him with. "Be a smartass punk. See where that gets you." he sighs. "Sorry bout that Kyle. Didnt mean to offend you or nothin. Maybe a little now but before I mean.." he spares me a glance and smiles as his baby blue eyes shine. I catch myself starin and rub my neck as I turn to look the TV. "No problem kid. Your a brat. I get it." I shrug and smirk as I practically hear his pout. "I'm not a kid! Or a brat, old man!" I turn to him and he sticks his tounge out at me. "Little..." I trail off as I snatch the control away from him.

"Hey! Give it!" he reachs for it but I stretch it more out of his grasp. "I'm just an old man, right kid?" I laugh as he trys to climb over me. "Your like...6 years older then me! I'm not a kid! Give me the damn remote!" I chuckle as he continues to be lazy trying to streach over my lap instead of just gettin up. His hand brushes my thigh and I repress a shiver. "Al-alright. Off my lap." I stutter, trying not to blush. "Not 'til I get the remote back." his brushes his hand a little higher up and harder. "Okay kid! Here!" I hand him the remote and he flops back in his seat. He gives a victorious smile and starts channel surfing again. 'Did...did he do that on purpose?'

"Little brat..." I mutter, breathlessly. "Cuz im a ninja." he sticks his tounge out at me again. I smile and stand up. "Well I better get ready. I gotta date tonight." I strecth but open my eyes as I hear his fingers stop movin on the remote. I notcie he got really rigid and his jaw is clenched. "With who?" his voice is normal but his body language gives him away. "Grace." I see a shocked look pass his face...or at least I think I did. I see him force himself to relax and shrug. "Melissa's mom? Your step kid, Kyle." he gives a force laugh and I sit back down. "'S matter kid? I'm barkin up a tree you want?" he blushes and grinds his teeth. "No. Not really. She's not my type. Go for it man." this time he gets and stretchs, his shirt riding up and showing his smooth, peachy skin. I start to remember his hard touch and...

"Gotta go kid! See ya!" I rush upstairs and run a cold shower. 'It's cause Jeff looks like Grace! Thats it...nothing else.' After my problem solving shower, I head to sleep and put my phone alarm for 6. I wrap myself up in the blakent and force myself to sleep muttering Grace's name over and over.

'Jeff'