The girl slouched in her chair. She wasn't really all that young, she was 22, but she looked 16. She had dark eyes, dark hair, and a dark expression on her face.

A person, if they were to watch her, would think that she was a highschooler who'd just gotten dumped. Then they would see her angry gaze and retreat out of the room, knocking over tables and chairs.

A person actually walked into the room. It was a mature looking woman that had similar facial features to the sloucher.

The woman began to say something but she heard a clear, "Sssshhhh!" from the girl. The girl looked down for some time in silence, then sat up and looked at the older looking woman.

"Stop moping. What Stacy did to you was tacky, but you saw it coming didn't you? You yourself told me to never trust a girl named Stacy," the woman said in a reprimanding tone.

"I know. I really thought that she was...you know," the girl said.

"Straight?" The woman said.

"Yeah, Mi, it was actually kind of funny," said the girl with a false smile.

Miranda, the woman, tsked at Elizabeth, the girl.

"Tracy ran off with your girlfriend, and you find it funny? Nice," Miranda said, narrowing her eyes in sarcasm.

"I think I'm gonna go back to boys for awhile anyway," said Elizabeth brightly. She got up and pretended that she wasn't totally and utterly crushed.

She did a fake strut out of the room, and as soon as Miranda couldn't see her, she slouched and shuffled out of her flat.

She walked around the block and it began to rain. She welcomed the rain. She'd always loved it anyway.

"Hello rain, how are you today? I'm just fine thanks for asking," she pretended to talk to the rain and laughed at how ridiculous she was being. She shook her head and looked up at the weeping sky. She felt the drops on her eyelids and liked the sensation.

"Are you okay?" asked someone in front of her. She blinked at looked at the person standing in front of her. It was a young man who looked about her age, though really she tried not to judge.

"Yeah, I'm fine, why?" she asked politely. The young man had an American accent.

"Well, you were just standing there with your eyes closed..." he blushed slightly and continued, "Shouldn't you be in school or something?" he asked.

"School? Oh right!" she said, remembering her appearance, "Actually I'm not how I look. I'm 22, I've got an ID and a driver's liscense to prove it," she said and smiled wryly. She'd been pulled over so many times that usually it was faster just to walk.

"Really? Wow you look about..." he tried to guess at an age.

"16? Yeah, I know. Trust me I get it ALL the time," she told him and smiled. He smiled shyly back, but he looked unaccustomed to being shy.

"Where are you headed then?" he asked her curiously.

"No where really. Just walking around...in the rain..." she finished lamely.

"I'm Ryan. First time in London," he told her.

"Elizabeth. Never left England myself," she told him and smiled briefly. She let the smile fade and her normal expression took over her face.

"Neat, now we have a native tour guide!" he said jokingly.

"We?"

"My friends and I. I'm actually on tour with my band..." he said and Elizabeth looked at him in askance, "We're called Panic at the Disco..." he finished.

"Ha! Funny name for a band. We usually get animal names around here," she said.

"So...you've never heard of us?" he looked surprised.

"You may be really famous here, but I'm kind of restricted to what the radio plays," she explained.

"Wanna meet the band? Everyone else will have to pay!" he said and laughed softly. He had a musical laugh.

"Sure, I've got nowhere else to go!" she said and followed him to where his band was staying. The rain stopped as she went inside.

She saw three young men sitting around a coffee table in a tour bus playing cards to fend off the boredom of a gloomy day. They all looked up as Ryan came in with Elizabeth.

"Really? Usually you go for the more mature gilr, Ry!" said one. He had a wide infectious grin and happy eyes. One of them chortled at what the first had said. He had a little beard and short hair. The other one had a round face and his hair in his face.

"She's not that young, actually she's your age, Bren," Ryan said.

The so called Bren looked Elizabeth up and down and held her gaze. She glared back at him.

"And when did I become 16?" he asked his friend and laughed.

Ryan grinned and told Elizabeth to show them her ID and driver's lisence. She did so and the one who had laughed said it was a fake.

"Nope, not fake at all. Ask any of the cops in the area. They've pulled me over so many times that it's faster to walk," she told them.

They all laughed. She got the distinct feeling that they laughed alot. She cocked her head and sat down with them.

"What are we playing?" she asked them.

"Go fish..." said the shy looking one. Then he introduced them all to her. She smiled at him and thought for a second what Mandy (her latest ex) would say about her present company. Then she remembered that Mandy was in Madagascar with Stacy and she frowned.

"Woah. Where'd the sun go!" Brendon said.

"What?" she asked.

"You suddenly frowned and everything got all dark, what were you thinking about?" he asked her jovially.

"My ex," she told him honestly. They all looked at her with curiousity in their gaze.

"Finally something entertaining! Do tell!" Jon said excitedly. She sighed.

"My best friend ran off with my significant other, what's more to tell?" she told them in a surly voice.

"Names? How did you find out? Did you go at anyone with a steak knife?" Brendon asked, putting down his cards.

"Names: Stacy, Mandy. How: They told me," she told them as if reading a list.

"Woah! So you're gay?" Spencer asked. She groaned.

"I'm ecstatic, why do you ask?" she told them, quoting from a movie.

"What?" Ryan asked.

"I think she means gay in the definition sense, guys," said Jon.

"Oh! I meant you like girls," Spencer clarified.

"Yeah, when they're not total bitches. Just like you guys, except if a guy is nice enough, I'd date him too," she told them grumpily. You could tell that she hated talking about it.

"Oh cool, Bren is like that too," Ryan told her. Brendon punched him on the arm.

"I'm going home, you guys are too gossip-y," she told them and went outside.

She grabbed a cigarette and lit it, smoking while she walked. 'Stupid boys. They insult my looks, exploit my relationships as gossip, and then ridicule my orientation,' she thought to herself.

She walked to her flat and saw a note on the door. It said she was being evicted. She hunched her shoulders and turned around. She began to walk aimlessly again.

-meanwhile-

"Great. We managed to piss off another local," Ryan was saying.

"Oh it wasn't us. She was just dumped for her best friend, she was being moody," Spencer said.

"She looked good moody. It feels weird talking to her, she looks all young but she acts older than us...it must be awkward for her to date people her age..." Brendon said, sounding preoccupied.

"Don't even think about it, Bren! She's gay anyway," Jon told him, looking disgusted.

"Hey, people have said the same about me," he responded. Jon rolled his eyes.

"One of us should apologize for probing her life. I mean we haven't even known her for an hour and we asked her a bunch of questions about her love life," Ryan said, always having to be the nice guy. Brendon rolled his eyes.

"I guess I'll go," he said and put on a blue hoody to go outside. He put his hands in his pockets and looked around for Elizabeth.

After about five minutes he gave up and sat down, wondering what he would tell the guys.

"Hey," he heard a British accent say from behind him. It was Elizabeth. She sat next to him and put her cigarette out in the gutter.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Oh, just getting accustomed to being homeless I guess," she said moodily.

"Homeless?"

"I just got evicted," she told him and slouched on the bench. Her long blue-black hair fell in her face. She started looking older to Brendon.

"That sucks. Where will you stay? At your parents or at a friends or something?" he asked.

"My mom won't let me back in ever sinse I told her I was dating a girl, my sister is so busy I couldn't impose on her, and my friend is in Madagascar with my..." she broke off and rested her chin on her knees.

"Tough," he said sympathetically. Then he had an idea.

"Do you have a job here?" he asked her suddenly.

"I'm in between jobs right now..." she told him reluctantly. She could tell he had a hairbrained idea.

"Dude! You can stay with us for the tour! Just you'd have to sleep on the couch, but you'd have food and a place to stay!" he said, hopping up excitedly. She looked at him like he was crazy.

"I don't know..."

"Where else would you stay? Did you relish the thought of sleeping on the streets? Yeah the couch isn't the most comfy, but its better than this bench!" he told her. She finally nodded.

He smiled like an idiot and took her to the bus and told her that there were blankets and stuff in the other room.

The other guys walked in and looked at her questioningly.

"I got evicted, so Brendon invited me to stay here for a while," she told them, and sat down on the couch.

"Dude, life is tough for you right now. Want come coacoa?" Jon asked her, trying to console her.

"That's okay. Thanks though," she said and thought, 'Maybe these guys aren't so bad. I'll just have to find out.'

ohh im likin it soo far...

I love this!

update when you can love

wow you guys are so nice! seriously i just kind of made it up as i went along and i'm still doing so!!

I'm trying to step out of the love story genre if possible....

lol i just realized that whenever i get a comment reply whatever i tel them to my friend and she either says they're creepy, offensive, or mean. isn't she light hearted??

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As the boys toured around England, they got a lot of questions about 'The Teenage Girl' sleeping on their couch. Whenever a fan asked about Alizabeth they would shrug and keep on signing pictures and CDs.

Eventually, the tour began to come to an end, leaving a difficult situation for all of them.

"So, are you going to stay here, or will you come with us to America?" brendon finally asked Elizabeth.

"I don't know," she answered. Her hair fell in her face and she looked away from him. He smiled at her, but she didn't see.

"You can stay with us if you want. We'll be flying back to Vegas soon though, and I don't know how you'd like it there," he told her. Ryan walked and sat down on the other side of her.

"Come on, stay with us, you're fun to talk to!" he said with a smile that she also didn't see.

Jon and Spencer walked into the room.

"Are you gonna stay? You can sleep in a bunk! Well, sometimes...we can take turns sleeping on the couch!" Spencer suggested.

"Yeah! And you're our friend now, right?" Jon said brightly.

"Yeah...I guess...Okay, I'll stay," she said and smiled. The room seemed to brighten, all of the other people in the room smiled with her.

A few days later they were all in an uncomfortable airplane playing 'Go Fish.' Wen they landed in Vegas They al cheered and ran outside.

"It's so...dry!" Elizabeth said as she got out.


sorry its pretty short, just getting ditracted by the music on the radio. time to dance like a monkey!!

i realy realy love your writing!!!!!!!!! cant wait for update

haha soooo many stories by you soo little time...

BUT I LOVED IT!

here's more!!!! I have to be quick cuz otherwise my computer will lose the internet again and that would suck.

"Yeah, it's pretty much a desert...I was born here," Brendon told Elizabeth. She shrugged and adjusted her hat.

"Ok then....shall we hook her up with a hotel or something, or is she gonna stay at one of our places?" Ryan asked.

"Why don't you ask HER?" Spencer said, laughing slightly.

"I don't really care. Staying at one of your guys' house would be fine. Hotels creep me out ever sinse I heard you preform Build God Then We'll Talk," she said and shuddered.

"Okay then, who's house?" Jon asked her.

"Don't really care. I was actually under the impression that you guys lived together," she said with a room brightening smile. The boys smiled back.

"Why don't we rotate her around and whichever house she likes best she can live--I mean--stay there," Brendon suggested. Elizabeth shrugged and then nodded.

"Sounds like a plan. Who gets her first?" Spencer said. They did rock-paper-scissors and the winner got to have her stay with him for a week before going to the next.

They all drove to Ryan's house to hang out before they dropped off everyone's stuff at the various houses.

Elizabeth was sweating in the heat, that she wasn't used to. She took off her jacket and hat and was still sweating.

"Christ, how do you guys survive it?" she asked. She didn't really have any shorts to change into so she was left sweating.

"We're adapted to it. Ryan even wears scarves sometimes," Jon told her. He broke out his card pack adn they started playing Go-Fish again.

"Do you guys just play this game all the time?" she asked as she lost again.

"No. Sometimes we play Old-Maid. And occasionally we write a song or even practice," Brendon informed her and they all laughed.

As they started to play another game the doorbell rang and Elizabeth went to answer it. Ryan tried to stop her, but she didn't see.

As she opened the door, people with cameras came teeming in, taking pictures and asking hardly coherent questions. Before they got to the gaming room she called out.

"Boys! Visitors for you!" and she ran in front of them and shut the door to the room.

"Sorry, but you haven't exactly recieved permission to come in here. If you would please exit the door you came in from, it would be greatly appreciated," she informed them politely, blocking the door.

"Who are you?" she heard a rude person say. She felt like telling them something ridiculous, but she held the boys' reputation over her impulses.

"I'm a friend of the band. Now please, leave," she instructed the paparazzi with a false smile that she usually reserved for tax collectors.

"Where did you come from?" she heard. She decided that she'd better all the questions resonably.

"England. Now please go to where YOU came from and stop bothering my friends," she told them, holding the smile.

"Are you dating one of them?"

"No. Please leave."

"WHy aren't you dating any of them?"

"I find it tacky to date friends, please leave."

"Why won't you let us in?"

"Because you weren't invited in and you are being rude, please leave."

And so it went. She deflected the curiousity with simple honesty and they stopped bothering them without making up any phony stories or breaking anything. When they finally left she went back into the game room and slouched on the sofa.

"Do they come here often?" she asked wearily.

"Not really, just after a tour," Ryan told her. Everyone in the room shook their head at the paparazzi.

"I'm tired. Whre a I going to sleep again?" Elizabeth said and let out a large yawn.

"Here actually. I won, uhh...do you mind sleeping on the couch?" Ryan said to her.

"Nah, just move over," she said and lied down on the couch, her feet in his lap. She fell asleep almost immediatly and Ryan got off the couch. They all moved out of the room to let her sleep.

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