5 boys +1

Uh oh, busted

Age: twelve

Author's note: I'm gonna go age by age, I just HAD to write this, loves. I thought everybody would get a kick out of it. In this chapter, I get in trouble with all my uncles, and daddy jay. Not gonna say why, though.

Liam, from 1 D. I do not consider the word crap a swear word, so it's in this chapter. Just a heads up.

Siva's pov

It's seven thirty, almost eight, and my niece still hasn't come home. I should never have let her go, but it's Friday night. I just thought I'd let her go with her friends, to the pizza place. I dropped her off, and Liam was going to pick her and Kai up. I'm worried, because by the time Liam got there, babylove and her friends had vanished. He called me, and I informed Nathan, Jay, Tom, and Max. I just hope that Lucy and Kai are alright. I thought Nathan was bad, but babylove hasn't ever done anything like this before. Nathan's known to do stuff like this. I'm not trying to make my brother sound like a JD, but he IS only sixteen. I wish Lucy would hurry up and get home. I am so worried about her, also I plan to use a brush, and I'd like to get it done and over.

Max's pov

Where could that girl be ? Siva gave her his consent to go out with her friends, but not to pull a disappearing act on us. All I know is that she's in hot water with jay and the rest of us. If she's got the good sense that is god given, she'll get her bottom home, now. I don't think she's gonna be sitting for awhile. Especially since I've got a date with a spoon all planned out for her. She's gonna get twenty five.

Jay's pov

God, if you're listening, then please bring my daughter home. I know that she's got a crappy night ahead of her, but I just want her to be home. Please, lord. Send Skye home. Please. If not for me, then do it because you don't want her to get hurt. It's getting late, and it's Friday night. That means people who are driving while intoxicated, or dwi- ing. Please bring Skye home. I Plan on using the paddle, she's never been paddled before, so this'll be a bit interesting.

Nathan's pov

I never thought one person could cause so much worry. Lucy takes the prize, though. I want to be out looking for her, but Tom shoots that idea down. He says that he doesn't want us to go looking, because it's Friday night, late, and rather dark. I told him that I'd take the car, and he, of course, pocketed the keys. That solved that plan. I wish he'd let me go look. I'd probably find the little bugger, maybe it's a good thing he won't let me go. She's gonna have a thirty swat talk with my belt. Yes, I know that's harsh, but she's got me worried to a frazzle.

Tom's pov

I refuse to feel guilty. Refuse to guilty that she's got a chat with my hand coming up.

Refuse to feel guilty about how many she'll be getting. Refuse to feel guilty about how hard I plan on going. Refuse to feel guilty about the fact that it's gonna be bare. Nathan's been bugging me about going to look for her, he says that he'll go and take the truck. Yea, no. Not gonna happen, that's why I pocket the keys. That, and if I don't, then he will do it.

Passerby pov

The sheriff knocks on a front door, he's got a teenage boy, a teen girl, and a couple more. He doesn't look mad, just concerned.

Tom's pov

We hear a knock, and I rush to open it. Shock of a lifetime when I see sheriff Rick Santiago looking at me. That's when I spy a terrified Lucy. Oh crap. What's she done ?