Once Upon a Midnight Storm.

Chapter 1.

Now here I was. Sitting in my kitchen, watching five very hungry boys eat everything I had laid out in front of them. It wasn't a lot, but it was what I owned. This happened to include seven frozen pizzas, four 2 litters of Mountain Dew, a rather large bowl of fruit probably only a few days old, a package of old chocolate chips, and a box of Frosted Cheerio's. It had only been approximately ten minutes since they had all gotten settled in, but already half of what had previously been on the table was gone, and I could tell that they were going to need more. I giggled as I watched them scarf it all down. They ignored me, continuing to shove food down their throats.

I got up, excusing myself, and went to the bedroom to get my land line phone. I dialed the number for the pizza parlor that was a few miles down the road. It rang for a while but eventually someone on the other end picked up.

"Josh's pizza pallor, this is Jacob, how can I help you?" a really deep males voice answered from the other end.

"Hi Jacob, sorry to bug you at this hour, but I want to place an order. Is that alright?" I asked, pecking around the corner of the door frame to see that the box of cereal had been knocked over. Its contents were spilled a cross the table and floor.

"Sure thing! Can I get a name for the order?" I could tell for some odd reason, that there was a smile hidden in this Jacob's voice. I moved my gaze from the cereal to the floor and spun around, sitting on the bed.

"Just put it under "Lilly" please," I said, sneezing after. Lilly wasn't my name, no. It was my mom's, but I still loved using it.

"Alright go a head with the order," Jacob said. There was some typing on a keyboard in the background. I looked up and saw the boys looking around and laughing with each other.

"I'd like ten pizzas to go, please. Five cheese, two peperoni, one garbage, one veggie, and the last one a cookie pizza. Oh and could I get some bread sticks on the side?" I looked back at my nails and waited for him to reply.

"Your order will be ready in about twenty minutes. It will be delivered to your house after they are out," Jacob said, and hung up the phone. I placed the phone back onto the receiver and sighed, laying on my back and stretching out my legs, placing my hands behind my head and starring at the ceiling, letting my mind wonder off into its own world. When I get like this, it normally leads to days on end depression. Not with cutting, just thinking negatively and thinking about awful past experiences.

"You know, you didn't have to order us that," a male's voice said from the door way. "The lads and I didn't mean to eat all your food, its just, well, we've been walking for hours."

I jumped slightly, coming back to reality. I stood up, whipping my head around to see a tall brunette leaning on my door frame, smiling over at me. I shake my head, and look down, leaning on the master bed's post.

"I wanted to. It's the middle of the night and you all looked like you could use the food." I said looking up smiling at him. He just shock his head.

"Really. We already owe you a whole six or seven pantries full of food." my eyes widened. I hadn't had that much food in my home at once since I had moved here. In fact, what I had that the lads had just eaten was all from last months pay check. I stood up straight and started to walk toward my tall oak wardrobe where I kept my pay from work.

"No really. Its fine." I lied, as I reached to open the door. I kept my eyes on the brunette leaning on the doorway as I did so. He just continued to shake his head before walking back to where the rest of the boys were now laying. I turned back to the wardrobe and pulled out the jar I kept the stash of cash in, unscrew the lid, and peer in. I sigh seeing only a few twenty dollar bills, but pull one out all the same. I replaced the jar, shut the splintery door, and returned to the living room, sitting back down at the kitchen table, waiting for the pizza man to turn up.