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I got out of hospital about noon.

The police escorted me to Christian’s house, after a brief stop at my own house to get all of my stuff.

I was going to miss my house. It was an actual house, with an actual yard. It wasn’t just a room in some huge building.

“Whoa,” one of the detectives declared upon seeing it, “what do your parents do again.”

“My dad owns Colter Records.”

The other detective laughed, “I think we went into the wrong industry.”

Christian lived on the top floor of a skyscraper.

All his band members were there when we got there.

The door man let us up; we were unnoticed by the boys in the apartment.

“Dude, you’re out of Mountain Dew, what kind of host are you?” Josh asked.

“The kind who doesn’t like Mountain Dew, or having people raid his house.” Christian supplied.

“Ah hem.”

“Oh hey,” Christian waved.

“Here she is, remember what we talked about last night. You need to be careful. We’ve informed your door men. Do you have any questions for us?”

Christian shook his head.

“Good, then were off. Call us if you need anything, miss.”

They said, looking at me this time. I just nodded.

Brody and Aaron looked confused.

“What’s going on?” Brody asked.

Josh shrugged, “We’ll tell you about it later.”

“Wait isn’t that the girl from the record label, the one who told Aaron off?”

Now Aaron looked confused, “What are you talking about?”

“And what happened to her?”

Christian hit Brody in the back of the head, but not too hard. “Don’t talk about people in the third person.”

Brody didn’t look satisfied, but muttered, “Right, sorry.”

“Hey, these are my band mates, Brody, Josh and Aaron. You met, sort of. And um, this is Alicia. She is going to be staying at my place for a while.

Brody looked a little more confused.

Josh was looking in the refrigerator. “Dude, you’re out of milk.”

Christian shrugged, “You don’t even drink milk.”

“Ah, I do when I intend to have Coco Pebbles,” he said, throwing open the cupboard for dramatic effect, to realize there were no Coco Pebbles. “Dude, you’re out of Coco Pebbles!”

Christian ignored him. “Your room’s down this hall.” I went to get my stuff but he hurried and grabbed it.

He gave me a tour of his house. It was kool, pretty much everything you would expect from an 18 year old rock star.

He told me to make my self at home.

We walked back into the kitchen to find Josh standing there annoyed, “Kay dude, you’re officially out of everything!”

Christian shrugged, “Order room service.”

“Room service is not going to have Coco Pebbles.”

I grinned.

Things were a little awkward for the first hour. It wasn’t the band; it was being in someone else’s house. Well, maybe it was the band a little bit. Or maybe a little bit of the band. Well ¼ of the infamous Conspiracies and Apologies team got to me.

Christian was just so amazingly gorgeous. He might have been the prettiest person I had ever seen. Plus I had a weakness for singers.

“I’m board. Does anyone want to play poker?” Josh asked.

“I don’t think anyone is up for poker, Josh!” Brody declared, “It’s almost mid night. Plus look at the day Alicia’s had. Everyone will get all noisy, and she won’t be able to sleep.”

I just grinned. “I’m in.”

“Me too,” Christian announced.

Aaron smiled, “Do you even have to ask.”

Brody looked a little defeated, “Is it really the best idea?” he then sighed, “Fine deal me in.”

It was really fun, everyone was hyper. It was one of those nights where you laughed at everything, knowing full well it was a stupid thing to laugh at.

It got less awkward too, until it wasn’t awkward at all.

Finally, at 2 am, Josh announced, “I’m hungry, I want Coco Pebbles.”

I laughed, “Me too, but I want Luck Charms.”

“Lucky Charms sound good!” Christian smiled.

“I want those one things. You know those pink hostess things.” Aaron declared. He was sober, and was actually pretty tolerable, almost even sort of fun.

“Snowballs,” I supplied.

“Well I want Doritos.” Brody informed us.

I got up and grabbed my coat.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Josh asked, “Were not done with the game.”

I looked at his pile of three chips, compared to everyone else’s many and laughed.

“I’m going to get Lucky Charms!”

“Oh count me in!” Josh now exclaimed.

Before long we were all piled in Christians Lexus, on our way to the grocery store.

We ended up filling two carts. We grabbed everything in sight. Cookies, chips, cereal, pop tarts, toaster strudels, hostess products, and anything else with sugar we came across.

The cashier gave us a strange look. I’m not sure if it was because she recognized the band, if it was the food we were getting, or if it was the fact we all appeared drunk off our asses; even though we were all completely sober.

“We should get a movie.” Josh announced.

“We should!” I agreed.

We drove all the way across town to a blockbuster and everyone picked out a pile of movies.

When we got back to the house, we had an argument about which we should watch first. I won, and we ended up watching 300.

Christian had a wide screen TV, and surround sound. I sat on the love seat next to him, Brody and Aaron sat on the couch, and josh sprawled out on the floor, with a ton of pillows.

The second movie war, Josh won, and we popped in Bourne Ultimatum. I fell asleep on Christian's shoulder.

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