KIDNAPPED AND LOVING IT!

CHAPTER 2:

The three guys followed me upstairs to my room. Every time I turn around to look back at them, they are giving each other looks and whispering amongst themselves. God, these guys should be on one of those stupid criminal shows.

Finally Greg spoke to me as we were entering my room, "you do know that you are being kidnapped, right? I mean, we aren't just messing around here."

"Well, duh! But, I figure if I'm gonna be kidnapped, I may as well have the comforts of home." I explained. "Now, will one of you three please grab that bag from up there?" I said, standing in my closet, pointing to my large Louis Vuitton duffel bag. Greg steps forward to grab it and while he is doing that I take a few moments to evaluate my captors.

All three of them are Hispanic and each cute in their own way. Greg is tall, probably around 6 foot, he has black hair, brown eyes, light skin and he is kind of built. I point to the other two, "so which of you is Jose and which of you is Art?"

The short one with dark skin says "I'm Jose and this is Art." Jose was cute, if you go for short guys. Art was pretty cute too. A few inches taller than me, not quite as muscular as Greg, but definitely packing his own steel. His hair was that dark reddish color that only Hispanic people get and his eyes were green. He was definitely more striking than Greg, but overall, Greg was a little more handsome.

"Dude, she's staring at us," Art mumbles loudly to Jose.

"Sorry, just wanted to make sure I knew who was who. Anyways, my name is Emily, just in case you guys were wondering. Jeez, you guys are a serious bunch, aren't you?" I grab my bag from Greg, give him a peck on the cheek and tell him "thank you", which I can tell shocks the heck out of him. I throw my bag on my bed, then point to the couch I have against the wall and say "sit" to my captors. They walk over and sit on my couch and I think to myself, who's got the power? Me! Stupid criminals.

An hour later after coming out of my closet a ton of times showing them different outfits, and frustrating the hell out them in the process, much to my delight, I have clothes packed.

"Oh My God!" Greg yells. "Are you finally ready to go?"

"Wait!!!! All I have packed are clothes! You can't have a decent sleepover without other supplies!" I run over to my shelves and grab a bunch of CDs and movies. Then I run over to my mini-fridge and grab a bottle of Cristal. "Hey, you guys are gangsta, right? Look what I have! Cristal!"

"Yeah, yeah, we love it. Us gangstas even put it in our cereal. Can we go now?" Greg grumbled.

"Sure Mr. Grumpy. But do you guys have snacks? We have to have snacks." I asked

"Loads of snacks, a whole kitchen full of snacks. Let's go" Art says.

When we get to the front door, Greg tells me, "wait here" then they move away from me to have some sort of meeting. After whispering amongst themselves and obviously thinking really hard from the looks on their faces, they come back over to me and Art says, "we have to blindfold you."

"Aw! Come on guys, I thought we were becoming friends! That's going to be so boring! Why?" I whine. Hey it used to work sometimes with my old nanny.

Jose was the one to answer, "because you already saw our faces, Emily, and because you know our first names. We don't want you knowing where we live too."

"Ugh! Fine, but I get to pick the music on the ride there." I don't really mind being blindfolded, but these guys are just too easy to manipulate and now I get to pick the music.

Ten minutes later, I am blindfolded and belting out "No One Sleeps When I'm Awake" by The Sounds and they are taking me god knows where. At this point, I don't really care. My life couldn't get any worse, well okay it could, but at this point do I care? Okay, I do care, but despite the fact that I've been kidnapped, if that is what you can call it, I don't think these guys are going to hurt me. I'm thinking of this as more of an adventure. Sure beats my last birthday. My parents told me they were coming home, so I waited all day. I had our chef make me a birthday cake and one of the maids helped me decorate with streamers and balloons. After all that, my parents called to tell me that they weren't going to make it. At least I won't be alone this year and I can even pretend this 'sleepover', as I like to call it, is actually a birthday party.

The songs ends, along with my spectacular performance and I hear Jose say, "dibs."