"Honestly, how do you do it? I've been around him for less than 2 hours and he's driving me nuts!"

Kris was sitting at the island in the kitchen while Shannon finished cleaning up. She was venting on her experience with the blonde Dunham.

"You just don't acknowledge the fact that he's there and it usually shuts him up. Sure, he thinks I'm a bitch, but I'm not frustrated in the least bit," Shannon smirked.

Pete then waltzed in the kitchen.

"Kris, I have a proposition for you. I would love to escort you to ye old pub to reunite you with Mathew. Would you accompany me in this expedition?"

"Right. Yeah, I guess. I'll go get my cell," Kris managed to mutter as she looked at Shannon for support and back to Pete in confusion and walking out of the kitchen to gather her things.

"Listen up Peter. You take better care of my sister than you did Matt. If she comes home damaged in any way… I swear to God Pete, you'll pay," Shannon stared up at the slightly taller man, completely serious.

Pete responded with a slight smile and a hand raised in defense. "I solemnly swear to bring home Kris in perfect condition. Don't worry Shan, I would love to take care of your sister." The last line was said with a suggestive eye wink and a chuckle as Shannon rose to her feet to inflict pain on Pete.

"Alright, let's go," Kris said as she arrived back in the room.

Pete walked over and looped his arm in Kris'. They walked out the door, Kris slightly behind because of her smaller stride.

"Tell me about yourself."

"What would you like to know?" Kris inquired.

"I don't know… what's your favorite color, favorite movie, biggest fear, life ambition?"

"Aquablue, The Producers, spiders or sharks, to not fail. Your turn."

"Green, like the color of your eyes, Finding Nemo because it's Ben's favorite, I don't fear anything, to impress and charm you into liking me."

"Finding Nemo is a very good movie." This was all Kris was capable of saying. Pete was so random and caught her by surprise every single second that they were together.

"Alright love, no need to blush, we're here. This, my new American friend, is the Abbey. It's a home away from home, an oasis among desert, the place where I want to be buried."

"Are you done yet? I mean, we could wait outside some more, maybe another hour or two and you could come up with some more clichés," Kris joked.

"Well, cheeky slag, I was finished and I was just about to invite you inside, but now I don't think you're worthy enough, so goodbye." And with that, Pete walked into the pub, closing the door behind him with a great force.

Kris was stunned, to say the least. Obviously he was joking, but should she wait until he came back out to let her in or should she take the initiative and walk inside? If she walked inside, she wouldn't know where to go, but if she stayed outside, she would look even more like an idiot.

"Thanks Pete."Kris said through gritted teeth.

Gathering her courage, Kris opened the door and stepped inside. The smell of alcohol and smoke assaulted her nostrils and made her instantly dizzy. Quickly looking around and ignoring the wolf whistles and nasty comments, she finally located the jerk that had left her outside. He was sitting in a corner booth, surrounded by about 5 other men. One of those men, she instantly recognized.

Confidently strutting over and using those whistles to encourage herself, Kris reached the table.

"The thing that I hate the most is awkward situations."

Pete smirked and picked up his beer. "Cheers, Love."

Matt, finally realizing that this was his sister, quickly got up and engulfed her in a bear hug. Stumbling backwards slightly, Kris regained her posture and squeezed back.

"Matty, how are you!?"

"Kris, what are you even doing here!? Hey I'll introduce you to the guys. This here is Ned, that's Ike, Dave, Swill, and of course you know Pete."

"Hey guys. How's it goin?"

"How's it goin? Howdy ya'll? What in tarnation?"

A chorus of stereotypical "American phrases" greeted Kris back.

Kris laughed and took a seat next to Swill.

"Alright Love, It's nice to finally meet the last Buckner. We thought that Matt was making you up, didn't we boys?" Dave, the dark haired man smiled.

"Nope, I'm not just a legend."

The group talked more and made fun of Kris' accent more. Shots and rounds were shared and Kris was feeling slightly tipsy, and therefore, more confident. A man slightly shorter than Pete with dirty blonde to brown hair swaggered up, puffing on a cigarette.

"Bovver, mate, where have you been? I want to introduce you to this lovely vision named Kris Buckner," Swill emphatically introduced her.

Kris turned to look at him and smiled. Bovver looked down at her with what seemed to be disgust and then turned and looked away, once more puffing on his cigarette. The boys were in an uproar of laughter.

"Aw not again!" Ned cried.

"It's too painful!" Ike joined in.

Silence started to come over the group. Kris smile faded and turned into a scowl.

"Whatever, Asshole."

Bov, slightly unsettled and slightly pissed, turned to Pete and said, "Seriously mate, stop bringing in the Yanks. You're hurting our reputation."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving the boys to joke around and playfully punch Kris, their new found friend.