Chapter Four

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    Marisa was like, like, like a...fangirl. She was staring at the guy like I’d never seen her stare before, batting her eyes and blushing and the guy was grinning right back. “My name is Liam. And you?”
    Marisa giggled, “Marisa.”
    I interrupted. One, because we were still kind of in a life or death situation. Two, because his friend looked even hotter than him.    
    He was tall. Really tall. And had really broad shoulders. He had curly, messy dark brown hair that was crazy on top of his head, he was pale, but not too pale, and his dark green eyes seemed to be changing. One minute they were blue, then green, then back to blue.
    He was wearing a plain white T-Shirt and jeans with white skater-sneakers. He had red lips that pulled into a smirk when he saw me. I would have smiled back, but un-like Marisa I was still kind of freaking out about, you know, getting chased by big guys with guns. NBD.
    “What’s you’re name?” I asked.
    The boy smiled again, “Harry. And you?”
    “Kayla.”
    He grinned, wider, “That’s a hot name.”
    I smiled, “Thanks. Um, Marisa, we kind of need to...”
    “Hold on!” She whisper yelled, stepping closer to Liam. That freak...one minute she’s all about staying alive and then all she wants to do is seduce some guy. Who, by the way, does look kind of cute with her. But whatever.
    An idea pops into my mind. “Are you two from around here? Because we kind of need a place to stay.”
    Harry grins. “Yea, just right there.”
    He nods to a brick apartment about ten feet away that looks as if its part of a hotel. He leads us to it and we step in gratefully, lock the door, and then grin at the boys.
    Liam ushers for Marisa to join him on the couch. I notice that he’s not nearly as tall as Harry, which is good because that way he doesn’t have to like, pick Marisa up if they were ever to kiss.
    I’m about a head shorter than Harry.
    He’s walking toward me, smiling. “You guys look pretty filthy. What have you been up to?”
    I know that, like, a reasonable person would tell. Then tell the police. But I am SO not a reasonable person. “Oh, you know, nothing much.”
    “You want something to drink?”
    “Hel- I mean, heck yea.”
    Harry laughs. As we turn toward the small kitchen I catch a glimpse of Marisa, and smile so big so that I think it may be stuck like that forever.
    So here’s something you should know about her: She loves love. Romance. Cookies. Horses. That’s pretty much her life.
    I never thought that she would would be one to turn on to a boy so quickly, especially a boy like Liam, but she seems half ready to kiss him. They’re leaning close together, legs touching, talking in hushed tones. I wonder about what.
    Harry hands me lemonade as I sit on top of the counter and swings my legs, “Where are you from?” He asks.
    “America. You?”
    He laughs... “Um, here.”
    “British?”
    “You mean France?”
    “Um...sure.”
    Harry smiles, “You know my mother would find it incredibly rude to sit on ones furniture, as you are, without asking.”
    I grin, “Yea, well, if you get to know me you’ll figure out that I’m not very good at being polite. This week I’ve shot my best friend, broken a chandelier, mobbed Stephen Jerzak..and let’s see, what else?”
    Harry laughs, “You are kidding, right?”
    “I guess you’ll find out.”
    Harry smiles, and I smile back.
    I guess if I have to be chased by kidnappers, it might not be too bad to do it with Harry.


    Why couldn’t I stop grinning? My face literally hurt. But I couldn’t help it. Liam......I couldn’t stop staring at his beautiful eyes. Kayla looked pretty content, as well, flirting with Harry.
    “So,” Liam says, “I’m guessing you’re American.”
    “How did you know?”
    “I’ve been there a few times,” He says. “Do you have a sudden craving for cookies?”
    OMG. This was the best day ever. “Yes! Every day!”
    He reaches over the counter and hands me a small chocolate cookie. It was hard to admit, but I think I didn’t notice the cookies with Liam standing right there.
    “Thanks,” I smiled. Ow. “So have you lived here all your life? It seems like a really cool place to live.”
    “It really is,” Liam says. “But I really want to live in America.” He looks over at Kayla. “Do you girls want a room? We can pay for it.”
    “Seriously? Are you sure?” I gasped.
    “Sure,” He smiled. “Our dad kind of owns this hotel. Me and Harry are brothers, though we may not look alike.”
    “Oh.”
    He takes my hand- Sooooo romantic- and leads me and Kayla to a room that isn’t as good as the other one but still really nice.
    “Oh my gosh!” We both squealed once the they leave. The room is pretty nice- two queen beds, a small, kitchen, and two little stylish yellow and green couches. I immediately flop onto the bed.
    “We have to get out of here!” Kayla whispered. “The kidnappers could be right...” She slowly opens the closet and sighed. “Okay. They’re not here.”
    I shake my head, still smiling. “We can’t leave now!”
    “You’re blinded by love,” Kayla said.
    “You are too!” I say. “Plus, if we stayed, I bet we could get Emmalina back...”
    I can tell this is a dilemma for Kayla. “True...”
    “Great,” I say. “I’m going to take a shower.”
    Kayla nods.

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