Miranda had been so absorbed reading she had not noticed how late it was "dang" she muttered getting up from her spot nestled in the corner of a room she walked upstairs the small cat that had been on her had was now trailing behind her before it began mewing Miranda froze and turned to look at the cat she was probably hungry "shhhh" Miranda begged she had no clue where everyone else was and she did not want her cat waking anyone up but she did not stop instead she got louder Miranda knelt down and scooped the small cat into her arms scratching her head to decide what to do.

After a few round of the game, Alex's arms started to get tiring. He stretched with a small yawn, letting his character die. He placed the gun back down and looked at Rayne. "Is there anything else you want to do or head home?" he asked leaning against the game. He put his hands in his pocket looking at the screen. "I've got to say... You're pretty good with all these video games." he commented.

Erika drank the sweet drink given to her by Nova and smiled at him kindly, "So what happened between you and the..."Monkey"? She asked more than a little curious. Her red contacts gazing at him as she waited for an answer, taking a small bite of chocolate as she waited. She looked around his room, it was quite different compared to hers, equally splendid, but different all the same. She wondered if every day would be as hectic as today was, but she tried not to think about it, thinking too much on a problem always gave her writers block in the end.

Nova tilted his head off to the side, and smiled slightly at Erika. "Alex is the baby of the family, and is constantly hyper. He can act childish, and has climbed over everything. Thus, marking him as the 'Monkey'," he sipped at his milk, and sat down next to her. He stared at her for a few moments and asked, "Our mothers are making it their mission to see us paired off with a partner that they would find most suitable for all of us. Mine wishes to see me around more girls than guys. What reason does your mother have for sending you here?"

She smiled a bit and laughed, "Sounds like..my little brother. When he was alive of course." she stated looking over at the door where Alex once was standing behind. Erika shook her head and looked over at him, "Nova, you don't seem like you'd have too many problems in the female department." she teased a little then bit her bottom lip softly, "She probably wants me to stop hanging out at the Local cemetary with 'Gothics'. I guess she thinks I'm too 'dark' and is hoping that me finding someone would make me more opt to...opening up to someone and all that jazz."

He patted her hand gently and downed the rest of his milk in a few gulps. "Ah," he whispered happily, "Good stuff," and chuckled. Sobering up quickly, his eyes growing serious, he said, "Erika, the girls at my school are, for lack of a better word, attention whores. They only care about themselves, and love it when people only pay attention to them, and no other." He sighed heavily, "I've had a few girlfriends in my life, mostly when I was younger, but they didn't last for very long. If your wondering why, its because the girls I dated wanted me to give them everything I had, and I couldn't do that."

"Truth is, Erika, I've been dating more guys, and my mother wants grandchildren," he chuckled softly and looked at her sideways, "I'm Bisexual, plain and simple. I like guys, yes, but I still know how to love a girl." He laughed softly and winked at Erika slowly. "I have been told that I can have any girl I want at school, which is all fine and dandy, but why would I want a girl who would only try to conquer my attention and make me a slave to her whims?

"I chose to date guys because they were easiest to handle," Nova smiled softly, "I knew what the gay community wanted, so I led them on a wonderful chase," he looked at her intently before stating, "No, I haven't slept with any guys, but I have kissed them," he chuckled once more, then sighed suddenly. "I guess its just that time to start dating girls again." He took her hand suddenly, and kissed it gently, smiling all the while.

(Delete this. I just realized I'm not in. Sorry for the stupid post, I was out a while, and I left my Computer on this site by accident.)

A Bus just outside of town was dropping off some passengers to a stop. It had come from a long trip.

Exiting was a most peculiar figure. Caucasian, Simple Face, with a grin, and a candy cigarette. He had plenty of his thick black hair, but it didn't go past his chin. It was all normal, except the spiky front, slightly curved upwards. His Eyes were a Dark Blue, and represented his favorite color, next to Red.

His Clothes were pretty much a dead give-away that he was odd. At the moment, he was wearing a Green Hawaiian Shirt, with Leather Wristbands, Grey Track pants with orange and white stripes on the sides, and Blue Sneakers. He carried with him his Courier style Backpack, Colored Yellow and Red. On his left was a small duffel bag.

Jonathan Gillian Krygsman. AKA Jay. Adopted Son of the Trevino Family (Since I was told that the boys were all brothers)

He had been off on a long trip in China, then Australia, and Finally New York. He was originally planning to travel his entire life alone, but had been caught by the police while hitchhiking in the area, and taken to an orphanage. From there, He had been accepted into the Trevinos', but solitary, and silent. He usually only spoke to 'Him' and 'Her', as he calls them (Note: He does care about his adoptive parents. Just hard to accept his real parents don't know him.)

But Now, he had bigger fish to fry. He had to meet his adoptive brothers up for a vacation. As if his studying abroad, and meeting up with old friends wasn't enough, his last letter to him was a demand, rather than a Request:

Jonathan,

We hope you're enjoying your trip. The boys don't notice you're gone. Mom will set them straight, as she says once you're home, so you can 'watch.'

I know you're real busy, and I just wanted to say hi. Love Dad. The Rest of this letter is from your mother.

-

My Little Blue Jay

I miss you so much. I've been trying to remind the others they had an adopted brother. Anyways, Me and Your Father will be out for a while. Just stay with your brothers, and keep the peace. I hope you like the surprise we left for all of you.

-Love, Mother.

-

Jay shook his head.

"All that matters to me now is a Cheeseburger, and a bowl of chips. I'm starving."

He smiled, and walked into town, hoping to meet someone he knew, so he could get home.

Erika nodded slightly, "I think I understand the type of girls you're talking about." she replied with a solemn sigh. She supported her weight on her arm and listened to him speak about his younger years. She nodded now and then to prove to him that she was still listening, and not letting her mind wander elsewhere, "The guys at my old school, well.. To make a long story short, they're either bonehead football players or druggies. I understand why you wouldn't want to date them, it must be a draining experience."

"I see." she replied with a small laugh, not even raising an eyebrow of the menton of his sexuality. She did however, blush when he winked at her. To cover up the fact she was blushing, she quickly downed more of the milk and sat the cup down after realizing she'd finally finished it. It was delicious, but boy did she drink it slower than Nova, "No one should fall servant to anyone else. If two people are not equal, how can proper love exsist? Without mutual respect, it's impossible." she said in her usual whisper-like tone.

"I suppose you're right. Guys are more laid back than most females." she laughed a bit as he mentioned never sleeping with males, "It's not my right, nor even in my interests to place judgement on you, Nova." she replied, then smiled a bit, looking over at the window then back at Nova when she felt her hand in his. She went to ask him what he was doing, but just as she opened her mouth to speak, her question was answered. Her light pink blush returned to her cheeks instantly and she bit her bottom lip in faint nervousness, "Oh? I'm sure your mother would be glad to hear it.."

((OOC: Sorry! Double-post accidentally!))

Kissing her hand once more, Nova then pulled Erika into a warm embrace. "Gotcha," he chuckled into her hair, "Your mine now," he teased, kissing the top of her head. Releasing her slowly, he looked her up and down, before looking her in the eyes. "I don't understand why guys stare at a girl's chest. Its not as thought they'll be able to touch it." He scratched his head, then shook out his hair before grinning down at her. "I guess they just need something to help them along, huh?" He winked down at her again, his grin becoming larger.

Ruffling his hair, he flopped down onto the bed, and sighed softly. "What is the world coming to, that a person can't be left alone to chose his or her destiny, and a mother must intervene with their children?" He peered up at Erika, "Care to join me?" He chuckled softly, patting the space next to him.

Erika let out a squeak of suprise that was reasonably louder than any other sound to come from the girl. She laughed a bit and playfully tried to pull free, but posed no real effort. "I never really wondered why. It just gets girls free stuff..." she said in a curious tone, as she pondered on the idea for a moment, "Maybe because your mankind are a bunch of pervs." she said smirking at him, coming out of her shy shell, slowly but surely, "Oh by the way, I don't see your name on me, so you don't own me." she joked with a mocking wink, mimicing his earlier one.

"It's coming back to the past. Remember courting? arranged marriage? This is the first step backwards." she informed him, straightening her back as she spoke and pointing her index finger to the ceiling, taking the stance of a know-it-all. It took every ounce of her concentration to hold back a burst of laughter. She thought for a moment, then grinned, "Promise you won't bite?"

"Cute squeak," Nova grinned up from his possition, and playfully bit the space between them. "I'll promise not to bite, if I can hear you squeak again." In so saying, he reached up and pulled Erika into his arms, and layed back again. "Mine," he whispered, gently stroking her hair. Kissing the top of her head, he moved his left hand to her back. Using his nails, he began to trace a small pattern, lightly tickling her, hoping that it felt good.With his other hand, he lifted up her chin, and gently ran his thumb against her lips. "Has anyone ever told you that your so beautiful? And being called "Hot" doesn't count," he chuckled softly.

She crinkled her nose, "That was the most uncute sound I've made in my life.." she retorted indifferently, "But I can't just do that on a whim or any-" she began, but didn't finish her sentence, a simular sound to the squeak coming out once more, but this one more unexpecting than the first. She slowly began to relax against him, she shivered a bit and tilted her head so she could look at him, her face was lightly flushed pink, her eyes looking at him confused, curious and suprised, "N-not seriously, unless "creepy", "scary", or "freak" have earned an alternate meaning.." she replied back, her tone serious as imaginable. She knew this innocent gesture would be taken the wrong way, so she was glad he'd locked the door out of angerment towards the "Monkey" everyone else called Alex.

"Creepy, scary, freak?" He raised an eyebrow at her, "Your not creepy, your not a freak, and your definitely not scary." Ruffling her hair, he continued, "Your beautiful, you have a cute squeak, and I like you, a lot." Hugging her to his chest, and kissing the top of her head, then began to rub his cheek against the top of her head. "Your hair is so soft," he murmured softly, "How do you keep it so soft? I've been trying to get my hair soft as well. I'm jealous." His chuckle was soft, just as he plied his hands to her hair and back, rubbing her back, and stroking her hair.

She bit back a smile and closed one eye as he ruffled her hair, "Thanks, I think you're the first person I've met in a long time to think so." she replied, a genuine look of happiness across her face, then she burried her head against him to hide the growing blush on her cheeks, "That squeak wasn't cuuute." she whined stubbornly, wondering how he already liked her. She never saw herself as beautiful, nor kind, but somehow he seemed to see something in her she hadn't. "I go to the salon a lot, but I don't dye it, I even bought their shampoo...if you have two and use the first one week, then rotate, your hair doesn't grow immune to their effects.." she replied lightly, wondering if she was going to bore him with the facts of it. She closed her eyes, her arms laid against him calmly, both rested against his chest next to her head.