Laying down in my foreign bed, I shifted about to try to get comfortable - but it was impossible.

Trying to get to bed at 11:30am probably wasn't the bed idea I've ever had. It's just that I didn't know what to do. I've only spoken to Will and Brooks, and both of them were either gone or busy with better things.

I'm not really the best at making friends, and trying to do that with 7 guys in an enclosed place definitely wasn't going to help with that dilemma.

Puffing out my cheeks, I let out the tiny amount of air and repeated until I was bored again.

Maybe I'll just change my clothes and see if Mrs Carter needed help with preparing lunch, I'm sure feeding 7 testosterone loaded guys wasn't a simple task.

Walking up to the closet I had managed to to fill my clothes with, I grabbed the cropped white and black striped turtleneck and baggy mom jeans. Picking up some socks, I fell to the ground as I tried to balance on one foot, I winced at the impact on my ass.

Seeing the door swing open, I let go of the sock that was halfway on my foot and released a shrill scream.

Noah was stood there with his eyes wide open and his cheeks holding a slight red hue.

"I heard a loud bang and thought a closet fell on you or something." He said walking closer to me with his hand held out.

Grabbing it without a second thought, a small laugh escaped my lips as I caught on to what he actually said.

"You thought a closet fell on me?" Letting go of my hand, he tangled his fingers in the back of his hair with a smile. His blue eyes lined with his dark brown eyelashes preoccupied my eyes.

"It's happened to me before" he said a bit too proudly. A closet falling on you isn't really up there in my life goals.

I squinted my eyes at him with a hint of a smile on my lips, I guess he took that as a signal to carry on.

"I used to share a room with Eli and Jos, and it's not that I don't love my brothers - I do." Moving his eyes to the closet door, he patted the side with a face that looked like he was reminiscing on the good ole days. "It's just I had finally convinced this super hot girl to come round after like 2 days of hard grafting-"

2 days? Hard grafting?

I'm pretty sure most guys use that term when they have to flirt their asses off for almost 2 years, just to get close to the pantie draw they only dreamed about.

"so I snuck in here once everyone was asleep." Scrunching up my face in clear disgust, it was obvious where this story was heading.

"So there I was screwing her against the old oak-" Arching an eyebrow at his chosen actions, I didn't know whether he was riding a horse, or pretending to slap someone's ass, I'm assuming the later. His eyes were closed and his teeth were digging into his bottom lip for visual effect.

-"And just as she's about to scream my name to the heavens, the bastard falls on us" bursting out laughing, his eyes opened just as I put my hands infront of my mouth.

Pushing at my shoulder, he stifled a laugh to try to keep up a semi serious look.

"Hey, it wasn't funny" he whined with a small chuckle. "Everyone came rushing in and saw the closet on top of us, my mom and dad lost their shit - Brooks had a field day." I laughed out loud again, not being able to contain myself.

Rolling his eyes with half of a smile still on his lips, I tried to stop myself from imagining Noah flat on his back squished on the floor, but ended up laughing even louder.

"Ha.ha. I know, very funny." He said in an overly sarcastic tone. Apologising a couple of times with a uncontrollable grin, I hopped on one foot to put on my other sock.

"You coming downstairs? Or do you plan on sitting up here on your lonesome trying on different socks?" Mocking a laugh, I mindlessly followed him to the bedroom door and down the hall.

"So why are you staying in my house again?" Walking down the stairs with both of our hands stuffed in our pockets, I didn't know if he was purposely brushing his bare arm against mine, or if it was by accident.

But I know that it wasn't making my breathing pattern even.

"Because my parents want to help a village in Africa, and plus - this is your parents house?" Stopping to let me get off the steps first, I silently thanked him with a smile.

"Potato, potarto. Same shit different wrapper, babe." Glaring at him for the nickname, he held his hands up in surrender with a similar smirk to Brooks'.

As he pushed open the sitting room door, there sat Jos, Ty, Sawyer and a leggy blonde with cheekbones more defined than Brooks jawline. She was stunning. It was obvious this was Brooks' girlfriend.

Her greeny hazel eyes stared me up and down with a hint of disgust behind her pursed lips. She was dressed in tight leather black pants, and a tight halter top whiter than milk.

Noah took hold of my wrist and pulled me along to the cream sofa that Ana was sitting on.

"What you guys watching?" He said whilst falling down on the sofa. As he was still holding my wrist, I to got pulled down on the sofa. Letting go a yelp, Ty laughed subtly from behind his sketch book.

"Who are you?" Ana questioned. Reaching for her diet coke that was set on the coffee table, she sipped at it through the straw while her eyes looked at me and Noah suspiciously.

I tried to sit up properly, but Noah had his arms wrapped around my waist making it difficult for me to move at all.

"I'm Marnie" I said as politely as possible. Sticking out my hand for her to shake, I felt like I had got kicked in the face as she turned her body back towards the Tv without even giving my hand a second glance.

Bringing my fingers into my palm, I noticed how Sawyer watched us with face that looked like he was in pain.

"Ouch" he mouthed. Averting my eyes to the floor, I started to yet again feel embarrassed. What was it? Like the 200th time today.

I had completely forgot that I was sitting on top of Noah's chest until he let out a dramatic groan.

"Heavier than the fucking closet" he cried. Widening my eyes, I broke away from his grip and punched him on the arm as hard as I could.

To mask the pain - yes I'm good at punching - he broke out in a roar of laughter, making nearly everyone in the room tell him to shut up.

"Anastasia, my mom said you can stay-" Brooks stopped at the living room door and looked at Noah and I with a stunned look. His eyes went from me to his girlfriend before clearing his throat.

"My mom said you can stay tonight if you want, you don't have to." Parching himself on the arm of the chair that Jos was sitting in, he leaned down and used his finger to scoop some of the icing off of Jos' cupcake.

Jos didn't even both arguing as he seemed too busy texting away on his phone.

"Sure, baby, I'll stay. It'll give me time to get to know a bit more about Noah's girlfriend here" her words laced with bitterness yes still sounded as sweet as sugar.

And yet again, I start to choke on the oxygen around me.