"ALEX ITS TIME TO PRACTICE YA DUMBASS!"

where did i know that voice from?

alex jumped up and ran into the living room and i saw three boys standing there.

the one really i noticed made my jaw drop. he was tall and lanky and had brown hair with a blonde streak- skunk hair.

"stella?" he asked, his eyes widening.

"jack?" i asked.

a boy with really white teeth holding drumsticks let out a laugh "no way. jack -you were serious when you said you banged every chick in hawaii! duuuude"

jacks cheeks turned bright red and alex looked like he was about to hit both the boys as a boy with big musceles sat on the couch, hysterically laughing.

i stood uncomfortably

"i met stella when i was in hawaii. she showed me back to my hotel" he said.

everyone let out a collective sigh of relief, including me.

"now that that's cleared up...." the boy with the muscles said. "i'm zack."

i smiled and waved, still not that close to them.

"oh and i'm rian" the boy with the white teeth said, smiling and shaking my hand.

"well if you don't mind we kinda have to practice. wanna watch, stella?" jack asked.

"s-sure" i said, and alex and his friends led me downstairs to a basement with a little mini fridge, tan carpeting, a black leather couch, and a drum set, guitar, base, and a hannah montana microphone.

"uh what's up with the microphone?" i asked alex quietly.

alex laughed "we had to use jacks sisters old toy microphone cause the other was too expensive"

i laughed.

he gesterued for me to sit on the couch and i did .

jack picked up a guitar, zack picked up the bass, rian got behind the drums and alex started singing.

"1234!!!!"