“KIARA, TIME TO WAKE UP,” Keith shouts in my ear. I open my eyes and see all the four boys in my room. Reed has a guitar, Ryder has a toy piano, and Andrew has a trumpet. I don’t even want to know where they got it.
I lie back down and cover my ears with a pillow. It has been happening for about three days now. I think God hates me so much that he made me live with four boys. Three brothers and my boyfriends. Sigh.
‘I feel bad for you,’ I hear winter tell me.
‘Hey, I actually missed you. Where were you all this time?’
‘I think the author forgot about me,’
‘Author?’ I ask confused.
‘Never mind. I am here now. Don’t think that I like you or anything just because I feel bad for you,’
‘I wouldn’t dream of it. I like this hate-hate relationship between us,’ I say, imagining us being love
