Role.

Thirteen.

I know, I could've just spent three nights at the trailer, but who wants to do that? No one else would be there and I don't really feel like being alone.

I was sitting in Misha's car and we were singing at the top of our lungs a ACDC song, Highway to Hell.

"I'm on the HIGHWAY TO HELL!" We sang. As we drove by people on the highway, they all looked at us like we were crazy because we had our windows down.

The song ended and the radio played Kansas' Carry on my Wayward Son. We sang that at her top of our lungs as well and then the track ended and we pulled into a parking lot beside Misha's apartment. The same parking lot Jensen, Jared and I picked him up in when I first met him.

I grabbed my small bag of clothes and we walked into the elevator. Misha looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. He was contemplating something. I wasn't positive on what it was though.

I gulped air as the small area got tense. Finally the elevator beeped and he led me to his apartment. He opened the door to reveal a nice living room. Nothing special, though his TV was a different story. The thing was like 60 inches.

His couch was made of black leather. The walls were painted beige and nice pictures hung up around the room. It was open concept which was really nice.

"Nice place." I said as we walked into the kitchen

"Thanks." He said turning the kettle on. "Make yourself at home. Foods in the fridge and remote is on the couch." He smiled and I could see something was bugging him

"You okay?" I asked. He nodded.

"Just a little tired from work that's all." He said sitting down at the island. I knew he was lying.

"C'mon. What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing. Really. Now, would you like to watch some TV?"

He got up and grabbed the remote, turning the TV on. I sighed and sat down beside him. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He was lying. All the guys were keeping something from me. I was bound to find out.

As I watched Misha, I noticed how his lips were perfectly shaped, and how he had a little bit of stubble on his cheeks and chin. I'd forgotten about these such things until now. He licked his lips and then looked at me. I quickly flashed my eyes back to the TV screen.

What had just happened? I surely can't be crushing on Misha. But... His lips...

SNAP OF IF EMILY. SNAP OUT OF IT. I folded my legs to my chest and watched the show in which I predicted to be The Walking Dead.

Just as Carl got shot, Misha looked at me again. "Why are you staring at me?" He smirked.

"I'm not." I'm a terrible liar. Literally the worst liar on the face of the planet.

"You were staring at me." He tried again.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I shrugged and Misha then got up and plopped down on me. He was heavy.

"I wasn't staring at you!" I whined. "You're heavy!"

"Are you making fun of my weight?" He asked looking sad.

"No. I'm saying that you're heavy." I clarified. That's when he started to poke my ribs. I giggled as he tickled me.

"Stop!" I giggled and tried to get out from under him. As he stopped I made a quick exit from under him. "Hah!" I said. Victory was mine. Tikka had passed out on the rug in front of the TV.

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Jensen and Danneel were visiting Misha and I. JJ was playing with some toy block thingies and Danneel was chatting with me. I had to go pee so I dismissed myself. I walked into the washroom and finished. As I walked back out I could hear Jensen and Misha arguing over something. I tiptoed closer to hear better.