• I awoke to the sound of the ocean. I sat there on the edge of the pier, my legs dangling over the edge. The sun was just beginning to rise, shades of red, yellow, orange, and purple coloring the sea and bouncing of my flowing white dress. Many of the voices had died down and the only sounds were of the waves crashing against the shore. A nice breeze had taken place, signaling the era of a new day. It was very peaceful, until the thoughts of what might have happened at the fight crept up on me.

    What if they're not okay! Why aren't they here yet! It had been three hours since I last saw them. Have they gotten injured! What will I do if they are! I scowled. Please, please let them be safe, plea-

    "Hey! You didn't have to take us seriously!" I heard behind me.

    "Miss, are you alright?" another called.

    "Hey, girl with the black hair. Are you mental? Why didn't you go home?" another voice called to me.

    I stood up; I turned around, and gasped as I saw the hottest boys in the history of the world! These were the people protecting me? They were covered in minor bruises. I breathed a sigh of relief, to hide the fact that I was unsure of what to say.

    "T-thank y-you," I stuttered. They all looked at me expectantly. I felt a warm sensation on my cheeks. What is this on my cheeks? Oh, I'm blushing... I knew I was, it just didn't happen very often. Brilliant. I say two words and I’m already blushing.

    "Hey, you should talk louder! We just saved you didn't we? Hey, you’re kind of cute. My name is Michael. Nice to meet you." the one on the left said, inching closer and closer to me, and flashing a cocky, Bad Boy grin that made him even more adorable. His messy red hair fell over his clear green eyes as the morning wind blew over us. Then, he took my shoulders and said, "Hey, guys, this is now my girl. And if you make a move on her, I swear I'll kick your butt!" This comment just made me blush deeper.

    "Michael, don't be so rude," said the boy on the right. "My apologies, madam." Another morning breeze then swept over us, making his shoulder- length, blond hair blowing over his nice olive- toned face. "My name is Gabriel," he said, taking my hand. "Nice to meet such a beautiful lady this morning," he added, bended down on one knee, and kissed my hand. He looked at me while he kissed my hand, his blue- green eyes peering seductively at me from behind his long eyelashes like I could jump into them and there would be no end to it. When he kissed my hand, I blushed even more. When he let go he backed away a little bit, grinning, obviously proud of himself to have made me blush... a lot. "Oh, yes, Michael! Let the poor girl go!" he yelled and pulled Michael away from my side.

    Gabriel pulled Michael away from me so quickly that he fell over. I started giggling and the boy in the middle stifled a laugh with a cough.

    “So not funny!” said Michael as he sat up.

    “Yes, it is funny!” implied the boy with the black hair and glasses. “Don’t deny it!”

    “Do you need a hand?” I asked Michael to keep them from fighting. I offered my hand to him.

    “Thanks,” he said, his face showed an expression that told us he had a sudden idea. His expression then changed to a completely Bad Boy grin.

    Before I could pull my hand away, he stood up, took my hand, and pulled me so close that our lips were only inches away.

    “N-,” I started when I knew what he was about to do. But it was too late. He softly kissed my lips. I expected this kiss to be rough, but he kissed me softly and sweetly. Then, he let go.

    “How was that?” he asked. “Pretty good, right?”

    “That was not nice!” I claimed.

    “Hey, at least boiling puppies is probably higher on your black list than this,” Michael remarked, licking his lips. “By the way, you kiss pretty well.”

    Before I could blush, an unexpected, strong wind blew at us. I shivered. How’d it get this cold this fast? Weird…

    "Hey!" said the boy next to Gabriel. "Hurry up! We got to go! She must be really cold right now!" Then, he took off his black, leather jacket and put it around my shoulders, his nice, lean arms going around me, resting his elbows on my shoulders and leaning in close, his forehead touching mine. His black hair hanging over his amber- colored eyes framed by thin wire glasses tickled my eyes and my forehead when there was a small breeze. I blushed even deeper, my breathing becoming uneven. Then, he suddenly pulled away. "Good, you don't have a fever. Let's get going. Oh yeah, my name is Jason," he said as he turned away.

    I put my hand on my chest trying to even out my breathing. A helpful, little breeze cooled my face so the blush became nothing more than a light pink. What is with these guys? They were already a few feet in front of me.

    I ran to catch up to them, when all of a sudden, Michael turned around and asked, "Oh yeah, you never told us! What’s your name?”

    "My name?" I asked. Gabriel and Jason turned around, probably curious at the topic of my personal matters. "My name is..." I started, thinking. What was my name? Then, I said the first name that came to mind. "My name is Marella."