Hey guys,

This was a rather quick update for me and I can't promise they'll all be this quick, but I can promise I'll make them all this long :). Anywho...in this chapter Paul and Tala argue a lot more :). Read the authors note at the bottom to find out where the ideas come from.

I wanted to apologize for some stupid typos such as 'excited' instead of 'exited' and 'go' instead of 'got'. I always notice these things when it's too late :(. Also some people might find the spellings vary like the spelling of pyjamas because I'm in England and my word tells me to spell it different to this when I upload it. So sorry :(. Same with colour. So if they change it's my stupid computers fault.

CHARACTER PICTURES, WELL WHAT THEY WOULD LOOK LIKE IF I HAD TO IMAGINE THEM ON MY PROFILE AT THE BOTTOM ALONG WITH CERTAIN OUTFIT PICTURES LIKE TALA'S FUNERAL OUTFIT AND PYJAMAS!

Basically I want to say: If I owned twilight I wouldn't be writing this :).

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THANK YOU TO AJ, MATT, JAMES AND JOE FOR BEING AWESOME! - They made me do it :).

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Enjoy,

Arianna Tala Cole

AKA The author.

Sometimes I give myself the creeps,

Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me,

It all keeps adding up,

I think I'm cracking up,

Am I just paranoid?

Am I just stoned?

- Green Day

- Basket Case

There was a small slither of light coming into my room from the crack in the door. Obviously made by the boys. It woke me up every morning and I am not a morning person so, being me, I turned over and shoved my face into a pillow. Aaah peace.

"Tala, time to get up." Emily's cheery voice stung my ears.

"Go away…" I moaned.

"Taaaalllllaaaaa!"

"Emily, I'm warning you piss off!"

She started to tickle my feet. I kicked her. I could almost feel her shaking her head.

"Tala, up!"

"Noooooo!"

"Tala we have to leave."

"Nooooo!"

"Tala I'll get the boys in here."

"Go on then."

I heard her leave. I mean seriously, I'm asleep in one of Matt's old shirts, feeling all warm and toasty and, wearing a pair of one of the guys boxers because I packed all of my pyjamas already and she wakes me up. I know the clothing issue must not mean anything to anyone else but these boys have COMFORTABLE clothes. It's almost unreal how comfy they are. But seriously Emily thinks she can get her friends, however large they may be, to wake me up. Please. I fight four werewolves on this everyday.

I heard a lot of people come into my room. Oh bollocks. I forgot how many of them there are.

"Getting up?" Asked one of them. I don't know which.

I snorted. I'm not a morning person, sue me. I felt someone pull away the covers. Okay, annoying but that is not going to get me up. No matter how half naked I must look lying here. No way. Not budging.

Someone else pulled out my comfy pillow. My head banged down on to the mattress.

"Mother fucker." I mumbled.

I hate not having my pillow. No one messes with my pillow. When I'm up I'll deal with that but right now, who can be bothered. I could almost picture them all standing there looking down at me, heads tilted to the side, not sure how to proceed. Trying to get me up. Pah.

"We will get you up." A deeper voice than the last said. As if I had challenged them.

"Better men than you lot have failed." I replied. It was muffled in my mattress but I think they heard.

Quite suddenly for me, I felt a pair of scorching hot hands touch me. But then of course they weren't scorching, I'm an idiot. I spend WAY too much time with the boys. These guys are NORMAL temperature. Stupid mind playing tricks on me. I was pulled out of this though, rather rudely I might add, when I was thrown over someone's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Lucky I don't weigh that much, I thought. I could feel the person carrying me padding down the stairs.

I felt weightless for a split second before I fell and roughly landed on my couch. Someone actually threw me on my couch. I voiced my thoughts.

"Dude what the hell?"

I looked up rubbing my eyes. I realized everyone who hadn't come to get me up was in this room along with those who had now. Looking up I saw it was the angry dude Paul who had dropped me, rather unceremoniously, in a heap on my couch.

"You're up."

"Dude you just dropped me on my couch at," I flicked my eyes to the clock sitting on the mantelpiece, "Nine freaking AM."

He nodded.

"Why?" I asked in a slightly pissed tone.

"You were annoying me." He said flopping into an arm chair.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize minding my own fucking business could annoy someone." I spat a little venomously.

He glared at me. Every one looked between the two of us a little uncertain.

"HONEY WE'RE HOME!" Came a loud yell from upstairs.

"OH MY GOD WHERE IS SHE?!"

"SHE'S BEEN BED-NAPPED!"

"BUT NOBODY'S ALOUD TO DO THAT EXCEPT US!"

I couldn't help it I had to laugh. I could just imagine Aj, Matt, James and Joe all falling though my window with their 'ingenious', and I use that word lightly, new way to wake me up. All smiling and jolly because this time it might actually work. Then finding I'm not there. The pure and utter outrage because I had been gotten up by someone else would be hilarious. Bless them.

They tumbled, and I mean that in the literal sense , rolling an all, down my stairs. Little 'oww' sounds were made as the came scraping down the stairs, partly head first or maybe rolling in a ball depending on who it was. Eventually they ended sprawled out on my dark wooden floor in the hallway. Untangling themselves their eyes scanned for me, when Joe found me sitting on the couch looking amused and moody at the same time if that's possible.

They ran on their knee's, you know the movement people make when they are trying to move fast on their knees?, towards me and lunged grabbing my hand and pulling me with their weight so I toppled of the couch and on top of them with a little 'woah' sound.

I ended up laying across Matt and Joe's chests. Aj and James were propped up next to us preserving more dignity.

"We went into your room…" Matt said.

"And you weren't there…" Joe added.

"Which meant you were bed-napped…" Matt joined again.

"Or already awake…" Joe's voice went high and he looked comically scared.

"OH THE HORROR!" They both finished off dramatically.

I shook my head and looked at James.

"What was the plan this morning?" I asked.

"It was rather unoriginal actually, very disappointing, they were going to ask you to get up because this would be the last time they could try to get you up for a while and wouldn't you like to leave them with a win?"

I turned to Aj.

"That was really the major plan these two goons have been working on for weeks?"

"Yep."

"I'm disappointed boys. I thought better of you. Especially you Joe."

He looked up at me mischievously.

"Well we had a back-up plan."

"And that was?" I asked raising my eye brows.

"This." Said Matt slipping a large spider, that he had somehow encased in his hand onto my stomach.

I screamed and jumped up and brushed it off, and screamed some more and ended up in Paul's lap.

"Eww, eww, eww, eww, EWW!" I repeated shouting at the four immature brothers who were giggling on the floor.

I shivered, "NOT FUNNY GUYS!"

"But it would of worked. Would have been a win."

"But it's not because it didn't get me up so meh!" I said sticking my tongue out at them.

"We should of waited." Joe said looking upset.

"Well that's your fault." I replied.

I noticed again that this Paul guy was really hot, temperature wise, I mean actually he was smoking hott appearance wise, with his bad boy attitude, ruffled hair, woodsy sent and beautiful brown eyes but that's not the heat I'm talking about. My stupid head. Making me think he's as hot as Aj, Matt, James and Joe. He can't be. Humans would be dead at their temperature. I realized his arm had slipped round my waist so when I leant forward to stick my tongue out at the guys I didn't fall off. It felt kind of nice. Almost as if it SHOULD be there. But then again…what did I know? You don't get much physical contact with other boys when your four best friends are humongous, I'll rip you head off if you touch her, big brother types. 'Seriously Tala', I thought, 'Next thing we know you'll be lusting over Sam.' My eyes flicked to said Sam, 'Eww.'

I shook my head at the thought and looked up at Emily who had obviously just finished speaking to me although I had no idea about what.

"Yeah. Okay." I said.

Just agree I thought, that should work. Paul leaned forward and whispered in my ear in a very husky I-really-want-to-fuck-you-your-voice-is-so-hott type voice, "You just agreed to get dressed and bring your stuff down to put in the cars."

I realized this was the first time he had spoken to me. His warm breath on my neck made my skin tingle.

"Thanks." I whispered back, un-tucking my legs that had somehow got underneath me so I was curled on his lap, and got up.

I padded upstairs flanked by the usual four boys that were basically never alone. Really I have no idea how they'll survive when they're married.

"Why were you talking to and sitting on Mr. Shaky McAngry himself?" Matt asked.

"Well I was sitting on him because you put a spider on me," I said grabbing my yellow checkered shirt and old blue jeans, "And I was talking to him because I had no idea what Emily said, as you no doubt heard with you superior hearing." They nodded to the affirmative.

"So can you say stupid question?" I asked.

"Stupid question." They all replied at once.

I rolled my eyes and went into the bathroom to get changed. Not that they haven't seen me in underwear before and that. I mean I used to date Matt and we…well y'know. So through their mental mind link thingy they've all seen everything. But it just seems more polite when I think my sister and her friends are down stairs. I must stop calling them her friends. Have to start calling them my friends…or something.

I left the bathroom and my doc martins were shoved in my face along with an odd pair of socks, I never had matching pairs.

"Thanks." I mumbled pulling them on and zipping up my high topped doc martins, black with rose pattern down the side.

We all descended the stairs as if we were walking to the guillotine. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stomp my foot like a two year old and cry and scream until I got my way but that would just not be cool. And hey, wouldn't that scream spoilt brat to you?

I shrugged my rucksack off my shoulder and dropped it at the bottom of the stairs, motioning for one of the boys to give me a box.

"They'll crush your ickle body." Joe said shaking his head and walking past carrying four.

"He's right." James added, going past again with four.

"And we couldn't have that." Matt with six. Show off.

"Now could we." Aj with five.

How these boys never got caught out as being werewolves really surprises me. But then again I suppose when you look at them you can kind of go, yeah…they can carry those. They never take it too over the top, but they sure do push it. It's like they want to be caught sometimes.

Sure enough as the day turns into night when I walked outside the boxes were being put in the car. It was like a little conveyor belt but at the end Matt and Joe kept imitating the chuckle brothers and going 'to me' 'to you'. So every box took longer than it should. I giggled at them. It was quite a sunny day by our standards and they were all in the sun glimmering, smiling, happy. It made me feel like bawling my eyes out and I never cry, it made me feel like I was going to be sick, it made my heart constrict to the point of me actually thinking I was going to have a heart attack. It made me butterflies release and batter my insides. How could I leave these boys? Who was I kidding? THIS was my family. And I had been so wrapped up in the bubble wrap of they're protective, lighthearted presence I had no idea how I was going to survive without them.

I stood, probably looking down right strange just staring at them as the reality of what I was about to do came crashing down upon me. I felt like my legs should buckle. I couldn't do this. Aj I'd miss him least I think. He's the oldest. Comforting and loving, he's the one who play's the older brother most, so as usual a teenage girl wouldn't mind leaving him. Joe I'd miss the second most. He's my partner in crime sure but the way I look at it this means we can cause more trouble on a wider spread scale. I'd just miss his jolly attitude everyday. I mean he's in ALL my classes. I have to see him. Then I'd miss James, he's the one that is unpredictable. He didn't act like a five year old he was mature but sometimes the things he comes out with just crack me up. He used to help me with my homework and there's just so many different sides to him you never thought you'd see them all. Just as you think he's run out, then pops another side. It's amazing. And then there was Matt. My heart physically ached at the thought of not seeing Matt. I mean sure we weren't a couple anymore, too overprotective and what not. Plus he likes to play the field. Being friends was just so much easier. But I lost my fucking virginity to that boy, down by the lake back of his truck, it was really sweet and gentle actually. So un-Matt like. But he made it perfect, even if it doesn't sound so. And that gives you a small intimate connection you can't just lose with someone. We were so close. I thought back to the day we first met. Joe flicked a peanut at me when I was eight, across the poshest restaurant in town and all of us engaged in a peanut war. It got us thrown out but our families decided to finish their meals so we hung around outside by the end of the night the five of us were inseparable. I've seen these boys everyday for the last eight and a half years of my life. It had been my eighth birthday we were eating out for.

"Oh Jesus." I whispered as I realized I wouldn't see them for a long time.

"No it's actually me, James, although I have been told we bare a striking resemblance." James said, striking a pose like superman, quite comical.

I worked out that I must have zoned out completely. I shook my head at him.

"Idiot."

"No I think you'll find that's Joe."

"Yeah…" Joe nodded.

We all waited for him to catch on.

"HEY!"

I threw back my head and laughed at his stupidity. When we calmed down I stared at them.

"Guys.."

They tackled me to the floor and I landed with a hard 'oof' sound.

"Bloody hell!" I wheezed as they crushed me in their huge arms.

"We're going to miss you. They'll be this big empty space…"

"Well I need you guys. People will stare at me if I'm new. If I'm with you it doesn't bother me so much…" I whined.

"Pah, you're friendly. You'll be fine." They reassured me.

"We on the other hand will have to start interviewing replacements…" Matt said.

"HEY!" I said smacking him lightly, because trust me any harder it IS possible to break a finger, I know from experience.

"We're joking, no one could replace you Tally." James soothed. I smiled. Sam honked the horn.

"So this is it huh guys?" I asked.

"End of an era.." Joe sniffed dramatically.

I rolled my eyes and Aj ruffled my hair.

"Naww….we'll see you soonish kiddo, you just wait." He said winking.

I hugged them one last time and got in Sam's car. I looked to the side of me and on the other seat was Mr. Misery-guts himself. Well this was going to be a fun journey. I tucked my leg underneath me and looked out at the guys who, as we pulled off, were pulling faces, waving and blowing dramatic kisses, cough JOE cough. I so didn't want to do this. Sighing I turned on my ipod ready for the long car ride to….well….home.

As it turned out the drive wasn't that long because I can sleep in cars. I didn't realize we were home until Paul got out and slammed the door so hard the whole car shook and made me bang my head on the window, hard.

"Jerk!" I muttered. Stepping out of the car and going to get a box.

"No, no we'll do it." Sam said stopping me.

"It's okay really…" I began but he wasn't having any of it.

"We'll do it. Go." I shook my head but turned to enter the little house anyway.

"Why can't she take in her own shit?" Paul grumbled coming behind me with a box. "Spoilt brat."

"Listen Jackass," I spat anger coursing through my veins as I span round, "I don't need this shit right now, if you don't want to help fine I'll do it my fucking self but don't you ever assume you know anything about me!"

I grabbed the box and walked into the house. I knew he was waiting for me to break because this box is fucking heavy but no way. 'Trust him to get the one with part of the drum set in.' I thought as I heard a cymbal clash as I lugged the box up the stairs, 'Why couldn't he get the fucking teddies?'

I made it to my room and put the box down triumphantly. Before flopping onto an already set up bed.

"Why do I have to be musical?" I muttered.

"Harder than it looks?" Paul was leaning against the door frame smirking.

"Pfft. No!" I said getting up and pushing past him. "Actually I'm going to get the rest now!"

About two hours later found me in a sea of empty boxes, everything set up, guitar, acoustic and electric, drums, keyboard, pictures, teddies, clothes, laptop, ipod, all good. I flopped onto the bed, completely out of breath. Fucking hell that took longer than I expected, who knew I had so much stuff.

"FOOD!" Emily yelled from the kitchen.

It sounded like there was a small stampede downstairs and I raised my eyebrows. I didn't really want food yet I wasn't hungry. So I got in the shower, taking advantage of the food distraction, changed into some pyjama's. They were a white tank top with the design saying "If life hands you lemons…" And then a cartoon little girl holding a lemon saying "Squirt them in people's eyes." And the bottoms were just yellow with pink, white and yellow lemons on them. I loved these pj's the boys brought them for me last year and they were still comfy as ever. I put my hair into a wet ponytail because, lets face it…if you're going nowhere that evening do you ever bother to dry your hair?

I wandered downstairs and into the dining room. I could of fainted, there was so many plates there you'd think Emily had been feeding an army but everything was gone. Well…except what people were still wolfing down. I sat down next to Paul, the only empty seat, oh joy.

"Weren't you hungry?" Asked Emily.

"Not really," I yawned, "I don't eat much."

Paul shifted his gaze to me. "You have to eat something."

I raised my eyebrows at him and motioned to the empty table.

"Well then…" He said flicking his eyes over it, "Sucks to be you."

I glared at him. How bloody rude! He insisted I ate and then insulted me when there was nothing there. Right. I looked at his last sausage. The last thing on his plate and he seemed to be looking forward to it. I smirked to myself.

Picking up a fork I stabbed his sausage and got up to walk away.

"Hey that's my fucking sausage!"

"Get another one." I said moving so I was just out of his reach.

"There aren't anymore." He ground out through clenched teeth.

"Oh well then…sucks to be you." I deadpanned biting into the sausage. "Mmmm…Emily that was good." I said after chewing and swallowing it.

Paul looked livid. He was gripping onto the table and shaking so much there could have been a bloody earthquake.

"Paul…" Everyone looked at him. It really annoyed me that they didn't wind him up more. Why the fuck should he get his way because he throws a temper tantrum?

"Dude get over it. God it's just a sausage." I said rolling my eyes.

"It. Was. MY. Sausage!"

"Was being the operative word here."

He snarled. Something about it struck a chord in me. I don't know what it was but it didn't sound human. I was quite sure no matter how much I tried I would not be able to get anybody to recreate that sound. Except maybe Aj, Matt, James and Joe. There was something off about this…

I put my hand on Paul's arm, which (stupid brain) still felt really hot to me, and looked into his eyes which were bubbling with rage.

"Calm down. If it's that big a deal I'll buy you a fucking sausage."

His shaking, gradually subsided. He took a deep breath and then stood up shaking off my hand, "Right lets go."

"Go where?"

"To get my sausage."

"Now?"

"Yes."

"But I'm not even dressed."

He looked me up and down. "Well then, sucks to be you."

I glared at him for a second crossing my arms. He glared back more intensely crossing his arms. Something told me I was not going to win this one. I rolled my eyes and bent down towards my rucksack which I'd dropped at the bottom of the stairs, felt around for my purse and withdrew it.

"Right then, lets get the fucking sausage." I said getting up and storming towards his car.

The drive took place in a stony silence, we reached the store.

"Go get my sausage, I'll turn the car round."

It looked freezing outside but he was not going to get to me. I opened the door and suppressed a shiver as the icy air buffeted me and whipped round my face making the hair in my ponytail lash at the back of my neck. My feet touched the cold concrete and I suppressed another shiver. Fuck it's cold. Stomping defiantly towards the store I went in. The group of teenagers still hanging around gave me a strange look and some of the boys jokingly wolf whistled, but I ignored them. It took me about five minutes to find the fucking sausages as it was and then I had to buy ten. Fucking wasting my money on sausages. I left the store and saw no car anywhere. Fucking dick left me. No wonder he kept smirking. He's going to make me fucking walk back. I gritted my teeth, I would so not let this get to me. I started to walk. It took me about ten minutes and I walk fast. I slammed the door shut.

I heard a laugh come from the living room. "Enjoy your walk?"

I composed myself putting a smile on my face. I knew the nicer I took this the more it would annoy him.

"It was very pleasant actually." I said smiling at him as I came level with the living room where he was slumped down in a chair watching football with the other men, "I'll just cook these shall I?" I waved the sausage packet at him before I turned into the kitchen.

"Ass." I mumbled. Kim and Emily were sitting chatting.

"We're sorry we didn't realize he'd do that or we'd never of let you go. Anything we can do to make it up to you?" Kim asked.

"Actually yes." They looked surprised but willing to listen.

"Show me, one, how to work this oven, and two, where you keep the rat poison." They laughed and Emily came over to help me work the oven.

It took a while longer than I thought it would for sausages to cook but what can I say, I don't really eat them often.

"Your sausage." I said. Giving Paul a sausage on a plate. "There's nine more here if anybody wants them."

I had a set of large boys dive at me. It's a miracle I didn't fall over. I just kind of scrunched up my eyes and my shoulders like you do when lots of people come running from the opposite direction to where you're going. When I opened my eyes the plate I was holding with the nine spare sausages on was empty. Well they didn't last long.

"SO LOCK AND LOAD, MERCENARIES!"

I pushed up my phone. "Yo." I greeted in a messing about voice.

"WE MISS YOU!" Came a chorus of voices.

"How was your first day?" James voice slid out of the phone.

"Oh thank god the sensible person's holding the phone. It…" I was going to say 'was okay' but looking at Paul who was still munching his sausage grinning like it was a trophy, "Was one of THE STRANGEST experiences of my life." I said putting emphasis on 'the strangest' .

I could almost feel them frowning down the phone.

"So uh…when is to early to come and visit?" Joe asked.

"I'll tell you what, when my car's out of the shop drive down and I'll tell you of the mission of the sausage."

"Mission of the sausage?" They all repeated.

I flicked my eyes to Paul again who was licking his fingertips.

"Oh trust me boys, you won't be disappointed."

Ideas: Well the bed napped incident actually happened. Ditto the sausage mission because James is very overprotective of his food. And I can tell you weird looks is not the half of it. Especially since when I went it was a big chain store. And as for the mention of Tala loosing her virginity to Matt, I lost a bet, so he made me put it in :). Although I would like to point out in real life I HAVE NOT slept with Matt :).

CHARACTER PICTURES, WELL WHAT THEY WOULD LOOK LIKE IF I HAD TO IMAGINE THEM ON MY PROFILE AT THE BOTTOM ALONG WITH CERTAIN OUTFIT PICTURES LIKE TALA'S FUNERAL OUTFIT AND PYJAMAS!

So what did you think? If you're following this please review! I know it's nice just to follow but I like input. Then I know the kind of things people want to happen. And they can help me if things aren't going to well.

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