Snickers. That's what woke me from my oh-so-wonderful sleep.  In fact, it was probably the best sleep I had had to date.  And I was awoken by snickers.  No, not the candy bar, obviously.  It was the laughs of two similar sounding voices, coming from the crack in my door that alerted me to brace myself, and I was lucky that I did.  Precisely two minutes after my eyes first fluttered, my solid oak door slammed open into my lilac coloured wall, and I was being pinned to my bed by an outrageously awake boy. 

"Get. Off. Of. Me," I groaned, squirming underneath the 170 pounds of pure muscle.  A loud laugh drifted in from my door way, and told me that the lesser evil twin was watching my demise with glee.  They were enjoying this, attempting to awake me for some unknown god for saken reason that I didn't care to hear.

 I was not, in any way, a morning person.  The other four people in my family knew to avoid me if it was before ten o'clock in the morning, especially if I hadn't digested any  for of caffine, but not these two.  I unwillingly opened my eyes to see clear, crystal blue ones staring right back.  With a huge grin across his lips, Teegan slid off of the bed, tugging my nice, warm comforter with it. In the doorway, Lucas was laughing along, arms folded across his wide, bare chest.  These were my two, pesky alarm clocks during the summer, otherwise known as my two older identical twin brothers, Teegan and Lucas.  They were both eighteen, and recent highschool graduates, that would be taking the hearts of more then half of the female population with them when they went to the local college.  The two of them had the same 6"3 frame, with the long, lean bodies that were kickass for most running sports, accompanied with the long blonde hair that they got from Lindy (their mother) and the killer smiles that my father gave them.  The only difference between the two, was their eye colour.  Lucas had bright green eyes, like my father, while Lindy gave Teegan the blue colour. Cole, on the other hand, my 19 year old brother, had the killer black hair, 6"4 frame and bright green eyes, that mirrored the final 23 year old brother, Michael, who was like an older version of Cole.  I guess that doesn't make much sense.  About 17 year ago, Lindy (45) and my father (48) were travelling down the long lonely road of divorce, and my father's new girlfriend, Candy (my mother, unfortunately) got pregnant with me.  Nine monthes later, my father was back with Lindy, and unknowingly, the dad to me.  Candy was basically the worst mother out there.  She attempted to use to lure my dad back to her, but Lindy instead insisted that Daniel file for adoption of me, and she would take me in as her own.  Luckly, my druggy, alcoholic mother wasn't much of a problem in trial, and she basically threw me away when she realized I wasn't worth anything.  Lindy was my mother, in spirit.  She was the most amazing woman to me and her kids, and I was eternally grateful that she didn't mind that I wasn't hers.  They didn't even fight about that fact that he impregnated his girlfriend, instead, as the boys told me, Lindy turned around and said "Alright, well, what happens, happens. We weren't together, so I have no right to be angry.  Just because I was smart enough not to get pregnant, doesn't mean that Candy had the same intelligence, so let's just get over this, and help that poor little girl."I always wanted a daughter". And from then on, I was most definitely home.

An irritating snapping in front of my face brought me back to the present.  Teegan was leaning over me, snapping his fingers in front of my face with a frown.

"Wake UP Lee-Lee, it's time for you to meet the new guy!"  He skipped to my closet and ripped out a pair or jeans, chucking them at my head. 

"What new guy?" I grummbled, sliding off my bed.

"The one that Mom said you had to show around the house.  He's an intern at the law office, and has no where else to go, so mom is letting him move in."

"Oh," I said shortly, stretching my arms above my head with a sigh. "Can't you do it?"

"No," Teegan stated, narrowing his eyes. "It's your turn."

"I'm not giving him the grand tour, I'm going back to bed.  Now go away.  He can find his own way around the house."

"Mom said you had to do it!" Luke said stubbornly, pouting.  I rolled my eyes at their antics.  Really? Can't they do it? I'm not getting stuck with another idiotic know-it-all.

"Well, I'm not.  Now leave."

"But he's new!" Teegan whined, giving me the puppydog eyes that they had so perfectly perfected. 

"I'll owe you forever!" I pleaded, dropping down onto my knees in front of the brothers. "Just don't make me do it!"

"I do like a girl on her knees."  The husky voice came from behind my door, and I looked up to see a tall, black haired boy smirking down at me.

"Ew, dude. That's our sister!" Luke complained, folding his arms. "And she's way to young for you!"

"You said she was seventeen," he said, smirk widening, "So she's legal."

"Go to hell," I hissed, standing back up on two feet.

"Now, is that any way to treat your new housemate?" he asked, with wide mocking eyes. Wide mocking black eyes.  It was almost alarming how dark his eyes were, I could barely distinguish the pupil from the surrounding colour.  He turned, completely disregarding me, which was extremely rude, but I wasn't complaining. It gave me time to survey the new guy without him seeing.

New guy was tall, I'll give him that, with wavy black hair that reached the lobes of his ears, ears that were tanned, like the rest of him.  He was another one of my brothers, by the looks of it.  A player, I mean.  His jaw was firm looking and chiselled, supporting a set of very kissable lips, which led up to his slightly crooked nose.  Looks like New Guy has had his nose broken a couple times.  I skipped over the heavily lashed eyes, and skimmed along his neck, down to his vans.  I had to admit, the guy could wear a dress shirt. 

"Like what you see?" he smirked, raising one eyebrow.  I was beginning to believe that this smirk would be a permenant fixture on this dudes lips. Well that didn't sound promising.  I frowned.

"Not particularly," I lied, meeting his eyes.

"Hm. I find that hard to believe. But I gotta say, you have a nice set of legs there babe,"  he announced, trailing his dark eyes from my bare toes, upwards.  I chose to ignore the fact that his gaze rested on certain areas a little to long for my liking.  "But your hair looks like shit. You should do something about that." WTF?

"Did you seriously just say that?" 

"Yes, I did.  But I can deal with that, you do have nice legs, when do they open?"

"Are you fucking with me right now?" I asked, sending an incredulous glance at a surprised looking Teegan.

"No, but I'd like to be fucking you." What. The. Fuck. Who does he think he is !? Surveying my face, my brothers were wincing, even before I took a step forwards.

"Don't ever hit on me again," I hissed, glaring up at him.  The smirk was still in place.

"Sure...babe."

 "Don't. Call. Me. Babe," I said slowly.  He raised one eyebrow, and turned to my Teegan.

"Is she for real?" he asked, chuckling.  I huffed, and brought my foot back, aiming a well placed kick for his shin. "SHIT!"

"I warned you," I hissed, turning to walk away.

"All I did was call you babe!"

"It doesn't matter, you pissed her off," Luke whispered. 

"You take him," I stated, flopping onto my extremely warm bed. "I'm not dealing with that shit."

"No, we have stuff to do.  If you don't do it, then I'm telling Mom," Teegan threatened,

"Besides," Luke continued, "You already owe us a shit load of favors."

"Yeah, come on babe, I have work to get to."

"ARGH!" I screamed, muffling my anger into a pillow.

"Go Analee," Teegan demanded, pening my door and pointing out to our oak pannelled hallway. "Now."

"You suck."

 "Do you suck?" New Guy asked, sending me a wink.  I groaned.

"Not you. Who the hell are you anyways?"

"I'm Malcolm Reed, but you can call me Mal."

"I'd really rather not. Okay Mal, let's get this over with, and Teegan? Get the fuck out of my room, now."