Rules to being kidnapped. . .ps.I recommend you don't try it!

Rules to being kidnapped. . .ps.I reccomend you don't try it!

OMG!!!!!It's been 2 months since I last uploaded! :S IM SORRIES!!!!!!!!!!!! But you know it's summer and everything....friends......the beach....I'm in Canada right now and everything so I've been really busy.........I PROMISE I WILL UPLOAD FASTER THIS TIME!!!!!CROSS MY HEART HOPE TO DIE!

But anywho...how has everyone's summer been? Lol mines been great..pool parties, beach, boating, camping, all that jazz

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Gwen's POV:

You know that feeling you get the night after a big party? The "what the fuck did I do last night" feeling? That's how I felt right now.

Obviously I knew I had been drugged. Like really, I'm not stupid. If I had fainted, then I would have woken up sooner. And I knew I had been out for 14 hours. Or so the clock on the wall of the bathroom had told me when it read 9:14pm. Why there was a clock in a bathroom? I had no idea.

My eyes skimmed around the bathroom. Well what the fuck do I do now? I have a wicked headache, I'm sitting on a bathroom floor at the Ritz hotel in London, and there is a slightly psycho kidnapper just outside the door.

This was just peachy. Really, a dream come true I thought with sarcasm. With a deep sigh, I let myself rest on the bathroom counter.

If I had to estimate how long I'd been in here, I would probably say 2 hours. Of course it has really only been 30 minutes tops.

Knock, Knock. What the fuck? I didn't move, as another two loud knocks echoed in the semi-large bathroom. "Hey. Gwen it's me Owen."

In the next 10 seconds, I was standing with the door partly ajar, staring into the face of the nice kidnapped, Owen. "Would you mind not bothering my peace? You know, it's really comfortable in here." I said with a little more than sarcasm. I threw in some anger and hostility.

His smile didn't help. Owen reminded me of a lost puppy thrown into the ghetto, that was given a gun. Picture that. "You can come out you know."

My own laugh sound maniacal. Creepy. "Okay. I'll come out and I can share the bed with.....him...." I shook my head with distaste. "No thanks. I would rather lie on a bed of nails with a dead person than lay on a soft mattress with him." Get it Owen? I'm not coming out.

"Well why not come sit on the bed with me? Ayden is out right now. Zach and Ben are down stairs getting something to eat." My eyebrows raised at his offer, and I checked around his shoulder to make sure his words were true. They were. The room was silent.

As I debated weather or not to go, he held something out to me. "Here. Your old ones are kind of dirty." When I looked down I saw a light pair of jeans, a plain white tee-shirt, and a greenish-blue sweater. "I'll let you change." He turned around and walked over to the bed. Hmm. I closed the door and changed. The jeans were a size 3. 2 sizes to big. And the shirt was a medium. It fit fine, which was nice. I loved this sweater though. It was baggy, but fitted. And it was soft.

When I finished, I went out to meet Owen. "Thanks for the clothes." I managed a slight, which he returned with his own cute one. "No problem."

For hours we talked. Just talked. I sat on one side of the bed, he sat on the other. We talked about random things. High school. I found out he dropped out when he was 15. We talked about family, and I told him how my brother was murdered. I got a hug from him, but for some reason he seemed unusually quiet after that.

I flopped down on the bed. "So, can you tell me why you kidnapped me? It would be nice to know." My eyes turned to his. He wasn't looking back. Not a good sign. I was expecting him to ignore the question when he said, "Ummm....well...." Whoa! This was it. I sat up and leaned forward, waiting.

Of course, my excitement was wasted. Because as soon as Owen opened his mouth again, a certain someone walked. Both mentally and out loud, I groaned angrily, and flashed the unwanted person an evil look. Which he returned with a cocky one of his own. "Jerk. I was just about to hear something of importance. So thank you." I ended, with pure anger.

"No problem. Any time." Fuck him (not literally. Ewwww! Never in this lifetime). Could you really hate someone this much? His eyes turned to Owens. "Don't be telling her anything. Understood?" He ended in the same tone I had.

Owen just nodded, looking ashamed. Great. Well now I can rule out Owen for info. Now what?

Ayden spoke again. "Owen, go down and help Ben and Zach." Help with what? I hated when I was out of the loop. It always makes me think the conversation is about me. In this case...maybe it is.

Without saying anything, Owen rose from the bed, and headed for the door. I sat there and stared after him. Oh please don't leave me alone with....him. I gave a pleading look at Owen. He didn't see because he didn't fucking turn around.

While I looked after Owen, Mr. kidnapped happened to slide onto the bed next to me. I felt his arm go around me. Shrieking, I threw myself off the bed, landing face first onto the carpet. His crazy laugh was....well crazy. Obviously enjoying himself. I reached up, curling my hand around the bedside table. Pulling myself up, I looked up at him. "You're a very nice person. You know that?"

"Thank you. What a nice compliment."

I rolled my eyes. "I was being sarcastic you idiot."

With one quick movement, his forehead was on mine. His piercing eyes digging holes in mine.

I didn't back away. I never did. What I did do was narrow my eyes. Challenging him. "Don't insult me."

I had to laugh at that. "Oh sorry. Did it hurt your ego?" As his wicked smile disappeared, one formed on my face. The grin was wiped off my face momentarily, as he slammed my back into the wall, directly behind me.

That hurt. I would defiantly feel that in the morning. The grin returned, pushing through the pain. I didn't loose. "I'll take that as a yes."

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Sorry the chapter is so short guys and gals <3 Im off to go boating right now. I will upload faster this time! Oh and about the whole reason why she got kidnapped...I don't really know yet LOL! I'm just making things up as I go along. But if you have any ideas...characters....that's kind of thing....I would glad to incorporate them in the story ^.^

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Its not my best...just something to fill in holes and everything. I'm debating on if I should bring some romance into this story or not. There is a lot of things I'm debating on putting in the story.

Well comment me any ideas...characters....input.....love notes.....letters to the president.....that kind of thing you know how it is ((:

Love.....Chelephant

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