Mommy, why do we have to go to sleep? I don't want to go to sleep!" was of course the frist thing out of Anya's son,Emmanuel's mouth after he was told to go to his room and get some sleep. Anya sighed, it was always like this after Jose passed. She always had to tell him why. She bent down to get eye to eye with him and smiled lightly. She was never a parent to yell and demand her children to do anything. "Mannuel, you're sister is in her room and she's younger than you. Are you really going to act like a two year old?" She raised an eyebrow, knowing that her son wouldn't put up with that. Emmanuel, her four year old son just stomped his foot before looking at his mother. "Nooo, okay. Mommy, i'll go bedtime!" Anya smiled as she held up her hand and her son high fived her back. "That's my boy. Now, come on. Let's say night night to Elisa." He nodded. They walked up the stairs and walked down the wide hallway to a room with a pink door with a sign that said "Princess Elisa Michelle" on it. She opened the door seeing her daughter watching her Hello Kitty DVD with her night light on. Anya had to turn on the lights in order to see where she was walking. Emmanuel ran to his sister kissing her head before the young girl wipped it away with a look of disgust on her face.

"Ew, Manny! That's gross." Her daughter said before looking at her mother and smiling. "Manny, why don't you go to sleep baby. Good night, mi amor." Manny nodded and hugged his mother's leg before running across the hall to his blue and red room. "Mama, good night." Anya bent down to kiss her baby on the forehead and whispering. "Good night, Miha." She smiled as she saw Elisa close her eyes. Anya turned off the tv before walking out of the room and turning on the light. She looked in her son's room to see him knocked out on the top bunk of his bunk bed. She shut his light off before walking down the stairs again, quietly going pass her parent's room. She went down the stairs into the kid's playroom to clean up their millions of toys. she started to throw Emmanuel's toys consisting of transformers and superhero action figures into a blue bin with his name "Manny" on it. Then she started putting away Elisa's dolls of Disney's Princesses and one Anya had gotten from her mother. She lightly put the glass dolls on it's stand from where the kids can reach it. When she looked back down she saw a letter. At frist she thought it was one that her children wrote to her, trying to work on their handwriting. But, as she read it. That couldn't be it.

She couldn't help but smirk as she opened it before seeing a woman in front of her. She covered her mouth as she listened to what the woman had to say. After she was done, Anya was so in shock she didn't question it. She just wrote her long name on the life in cursive before watching the woman vanish. "I must be tired. Or maybe the smoking's getting the best of me now." She rubbed her head before walking out of the room and turn the light off. She walked to her large room and changed into her pajamas, a muscle shirt that showed her tattoos off and a pain of gray sweatpants. Anya threw her clothes into her hamper before laying down in her bed. She tried to forget what she saw. She closed her eyes and drifted asleep.

After eight hours of sleep Anya woke up in a bed she knew wasn't her's. She fraticly looked around huge room and rubbed her eyes. "Oh my God. Where am I?" She said to herslef stepping out of her bed and looking around the room seeing a postcard that said "Welcome to Rome" on it. She shook her head as she walked out of the room and down the spiral stairs to a beautiful foyer. "Hello, anyone else here?" She said remembering it said that a few other people should be with her. Hopefully this was a dream.

Come on baby! We're going to be late!" said a whinning girl from the living room of Aim's Korean apartment. Yea, babe. Hold on, let me check my mail real quick and besides the club will be there when i'm done." He rolled his eyes as he checked the mail that he layed in the king size bed which was half made from the pervious night the he spent with the love of his love.... of the week, Hana. Aim saw a letter in what he guessed was.... English? Maybe, which he couldn't read to save his life. Sure, Aim could understand it and speak it but couldn't read or write it what so ever. So, Aimee rolled his eyes and ripped in up before throwing it in the trash can next to his dresser. Then shrugged.He looked in the mirror to see that her bandages flattening her.... upperbody, weren't able to be seen. He then winked at himself before walking into the living room and wrapping his arms around Hana. Who seemed to look a bit pissed off for having to wait. Aim smirked before tilting her head, kissing her. I'm sorry, Hannie. Come on, you know you can't stay mad at me." She raised her lip only to see Hana roll her eyes and smile.

[i]"Just come on. Let's go, Aimee." Hana gabed her boyfriend's hand and intertwined their fingers. Aim opened the white door leading to the hallway before closing it after the pair exited. As they walked to Hana's car, Aim got in the passengers seat before putting the music overly loud, just to mess with Hana knowign that she liked her music soft and quiet just like herself. But, Aimee was the guy in the relationship and Hana just wanted to make him happy before herself. Which of course made him feel bad about the thought of him breaking up with her after the night was over. Hana drove them to a club that they went to a lot. the place where they met and how they frist hooked up before getting together. Aimee watched as Hana gave the keys to a valet before telling Aimee to get out. He undid his seatbelt and got out of the car before shutting the door and heading inside with his girl by his side.

When they entered, the music was blasting. Just as Aim liked it, but looking at Hana she was irratated. Aimee nugded her before pulling on to the dancefloor, pulling her close to her and wrapping her arms around her waist. He could tell people were looking at the pair, wondering if Aimee was a male or a female. And honestly, they could suck it. He didn't care, if he wanted to have one of his guy days then he was going to be a guy. Weather people approved of it or not, Aimee didn't care.

After a couple of hours of grinding and dance with Hana. He was sick of people looking at him with disgust like he was a kind of freak. But, hey whatever. He didn't have to explain his life to people he didn't even fucking know. Hana looked at her boy and kissed him lightly. "Don't worry about it, babe. They don't understand and they never will." Aimee smiled a small smile and lightly kissed her again. They then walked to valet who gave Hana her keys and drove the two to Aimee's apartment. When they got to her door, he just looked at Hana and sighed. Knowing he couldn't do it, not to her she seemed so sweet and like she would never-- "Baby, I have to tell you something." Aimee raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Ok, go head? What is it?" What she told her next, pissed her off so much. Hana had told her how she cheated on him with another guy. A guy who was actually born a guy just days before. Aimee bit his lip before scoffing. "Aimee, I am so sorry. But, I want to have children and I want to be able to give birth to them. An-and to get married and let my parents approve of the person I marry." Aimee stopped her right there before he raised his voice. "And just when were you going to tell me I was just a little experience to you?! Huh, when I was going to tell you I loved you. If that's what you were looking for than good luck with that. Because I cheated on you too."

And then, Hana had the nerve to try and slap Aimee. If he did not move out of the way. "You must be forgetting I am a girl and if you put your hand on my face. I will hurt you back." That was a lie, Aimee would never be able to hit anyone. He couldn't do it, not to a girl he thought he actually cared for. Hana just stomped away, trying to seem strong. Which they both knew, she wasn't. Aimee slapped the door before walking to his bedroom. He took off his bandages and took a deep breath,being able to breath easily. Aimee sighed before grabbed a sports bra and his favorite pajamas. A muscle shirt with the arm holes cut very far down and a pair of plaid pajama pants.

Looking a the bed, he saw a envilope he could have swore he ripped up and put it in the trash. But, when he looked into the trash, it wasn't there. "Oh fuck it." Opening the letter and seeing the woman speak. Only one thing went through Aimee's dirty little mind was: Please be lesbian! But, seeing that the woman wanted her signature. She sighed. Damn, not my night. Huh? She signed her name in Thai, which was the easiest for her until the woman disappeared. Aimee rolled his eyes before crawling into the huge bed, alone. Nice.

When Aimee woke up in the morning, he yawned and looked around knowing it wasn't his room. What the?! He looked around and looked at the beautiful view that was laying out of the window. Getting out of bed he raised an eyebrow heaing a few other people. Two guys, boring and two girls, thank God. He smirked before heading into the closet and seeing so many clothes, all his size. Aimee decided that in order not to freak the others out, to dress like a girl and to go as a girl today. As in she, her, and Aimee. She grabbed an outfit out and walked outside her room to see the others. And as she looked around she looked at a guy who seemed to be alittle shy and well, he was Asian so of course she went to his before the others who seemed to be talking English. She looked at Akiharu as he spoke softly. "Where are the others? Still asleep?" She shurgged before looking at him. "That would be my guess.' She said softly not wanting the others to look over at the two who did seem a bit.... different than they did.

Anya looked around for awhile before seeing a girl walk into the room. Correction, a girl with lightly whitish hair to her. Which meant she was blonde. Great. Just what Anya needed to ruin her mood, a blonde girl who probably couldn't do shit for herself. Anya sighed and cracked her neck so it didn't look like she as rolling her eyes, which she was. "Why? Why a blonde!?" She thought in her head. She never knew why she didn't like blondes, maybe it's because every blond girl she met was a bitch and had a guy do everything for her. Ever heard of taking care of yourself? Either way, she was going to give this girl a chance no matter what she was wearing. No matter how.... revealing it was to her compared to her own pajamas.

"Um do you know what the hell is going on?" Wow, obviously intelligent. Anya was trying to say it but it just came out, "If I knew what was going on would I be asking if anyone else was here?" She said kind of in a dumb girly voice before raising her eyebrow. She didn't mean to seem rude, but this girl just irratated her even if she didn't know her what so ever. God, she was hoping someone would hurry up and come down before this girl made her really become a bitch. "Why your in paradise of course. Though more I think about it, the more I think this whole thing is weird" Anya smirked at the guy as he met them down the stairs. What could she say? He was a cutie.


And when he smiled, it sealed the deal for her. He was a photographer and he was charming. "Anyways, other than being in a strange new place and wondering where we are and maybe feeling lost, how are you both? and would you mind having your photo done, before everyone else joins us", She raised an eyebrow before seeing him smiling. She smiled and exhaled. She hated taking pictures and she wasn't going to take pictures with a Barbie she didn't even know. "I am not very big on photographs. I am sorry." She said with a small smile on her face before shrugging and looking around seeing someone else join the group. She waved not hearing what he said before going back to the man with the camera and the Barbie next to her. But, the second she did another blonde gi-- That was a girl right? Yea, yea it was a girl, joined the quiet one who seemed to be kind of to himself.




She wasn't going to lie when she frist looked at the short haired blonde girl, she thought she was a man. Then she started to wonder if the others were sleeping or if maybe they didn't want to come down to meet their housemates. Until she saw one last man walk into the room and offer a quick, "Hey." To the group. She looked at him and wasn't going to fib. He was good looking, but not her type. He seemed the the Ken doll for the Barbie girl. She crossed her arms before looking at everyone. Wondering where did the woman in red find these people. Hello. She cleared her throat, trying to think of the words she wanted to say in English since she always thought and spoke in Spanish. "My name is Anya. Anya Di Francescantonio. Nice to meet you all." Ok, maybe almost everyone. But, she wans't going to start anything with the long haired blonde girl just so she could probably play the freaking victim. She looked at everyone and offered them a smile.

Kim Haneul

"Hey, Haneul!"

Haneul looked up from his book, his big brown eyes staring right at the big blueberry muffin in front of him. "F-for...me?" The blond girl who called out to him said with a smile, nudging the muffin closer to him. He gave a lopsided smile as he took the muffin. "Thank you very much!" The girl giggled and blushed, watching the Asian devour the muffin. "I-I was wondering...if y-you...are going out with someone...?" He gulped down the bite of the muffin that was in his mouth, trying to understand what the American girl had said.

"Um...um...I'm not...not r-ready for...re-re...dating." The looked really sad, but she understood. Everyone knew about the horrible news about his last run in with dating. He and Xia were the top couple of the college. "S-sorry...we can be-be friends?" The blond attempted to smile before waving bye, trudging away. "I make sure to eat muffin good!" The giggled finally as she said her goodbye before officially leaving. He felt bad now. The girl had asked him out, but he wasn't ready for that yet. It would be too much for him. Plus...after Xia, he didn't think he would love a woman the same way again. He finished the rest of the big muffin before packing up and making his way back to his small apartment. He heard his stomach rumble. "Foooood...,"but before he could make his way to his fridge, he noticed the letter on his coffee table. He cocked his head at the pretty letters of his name in Hangeul. He opened the letter, seeing the woman and letting her speak. He felt his cheeks heat up at the thought of finding soul mate. It was foreign to him, but felt right. Without question, he signed his name in Hangeul and that was that. He blinked a couple of times before making his way to his fridge, eating a pudding cup before taking his clothes off so he was in his boxers. He crawled into bed and immediately fell asleep, dreaming about finding the right one.

Waking up wasn't a perfect thing for Haneul seeing that he wasn't a morning person. He woke up by falling on the floor. "Aish! Auuuu!" He rubbed his head, wincing at the pain that was coursing through his head. As it went away, he noticed that this wasn't his room. This room was a lot cleaner. He could hear very faint voices and his heart sped up. People? He got up quickly and hurried a pair of sweats and a random T-shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror and noticed his hair had some major bedhead (though it looked very sexy on him). He didn't do anything with his hair as he made it down stairs, noticing the gathering of three girls and three guys (which one of the guys was rather adorable looking). Thinking of what to say, he simply ruffled his own bedhead and sheepishly smile. "Uh, uh...Herro?" He hoped no one would make fun of his limited English.