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Here's a tip for you if you want to live in peace: Watch your language in front of her, don't swear, and do NOT eat her Oreos because she'll chase after you. Imagine this ~ You think that you are sleeping in your comfortable bed, next to your 3-year-old brother, who's so cozy and warm. Still, you open your eyes to see 3 hot, charming, and good-looking guys staring at you... but the worst part is that you are in a moving car lying on their laps. 19 years old Ariel O'Connor is sassy, sarcastic, funny, caring, and confident, and she loves to have fun. Also, she's smart. What will happen when she wakes up in the wrong place in an unusual situation? What will she do?

Romance / Humor
Nadine Abu Treef
4.8 259 reviews
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Chapter 1

“I’m back,” I called once I stepped into my lovely sweet home. I have been away for three months studying medicine. I have not seen the family I missed so much all this semester. Yeah, we would Skype and text, but it was not the same when they were near you, in the flesh. And Christmas was on its way to Canada, Hamilton, so this was the reason why I was back home.

“Dad, Hunter, Adrian, she’s back,” I heard my big brother, Davin, inform my family. I waited, then I heard footsteps, fast footsteps. That was never a good sign. Oh boy. Bye-bye, my ribs. Rest in peace.

“Ariel!” Once my dear brother saw me, he showed me his brightest smile and held me in a bone-crushing bear hug. I hugged him back while giggling but feeling the pain of the tight embrace. My poor ribs, they were screaming for help and some space.

“Can’t... b-breath” I slapped him on his back, then he let go of me with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Bluer, I missed you so much. It was quiet around here when you were not home,” he cleared with a smile, then ruffled my -once was neat-long brown hair.

He called me ′Bluer′ because I had a very bright and rare shade of blue eyes, and I loved them. They were the feature I loved the most in me. Don’t get me wrong, I was not like those girls who tried their best to look perfect; I was just an average 19-year-old who was content with herself and how she looked.

“Yeah, Davin, I missed you too!” I hugged him again, but this time it was a gentler embrace. Davin was a handsome 24 years old lawyer. He had honey eyes, dirty blond hair, and a beautiful smile, and his dimples increased his charm. At least that was what most girls thought... He was my brother. I did not see him that way. It would be weird.

He kissed my forehead softly and then led me to the kitchen again to be squeezed in another bone-crushing bear hug by Hunter, my other older brother. “Hey princess, how have you been?” Hunter asked before I could see him because my face was buried in his board chest.

“Can’t... b-breath.” I slapped his back with my free hand to let him know I was dying. He looked at my face, then let go. Déja Vu.

“Sorry, but I missed you, princess. I was so bored without you here,” he reasoned with a heartwarming smile that could grab any girl’s heart. I loved it when he called me princess.

Hunter was also handsome and strong. He was a 23-year-old high school gym teacher. He had bright blue eyes and dark brown hair, but different shades than mine. Hunter was taller than Davin by an inch or two, yet Davin was still tall... or was I just too short?

“Awe, I missed you too, hell, I missed all of you... and to answer your question, I’m great after seeing you guys. I feel the love,” I replied, then grabbed a cup full of water and drank it in one gulp.

“Looks like someone is thirsty. You will choke if you don’t slow down. Easy!” Davin pointed out with a soft smile. How much I missed his... not so essential comments.

“Yes indeed, I was thirsty because I had to ride a taxi for four hours while talking to the old, bored driver,” I replied, annoyed because I remembered the driver and his conversations. He never shut up. He kept talking even when I closed my eyes to try and sleep. I looked around the kitchen, then frowned. “Where is my fluff bear?” I asked Hunter. He shook his head; then I looked at Davin, who also shook his head as if he did not know. “Fluff bear, where are you?” I called for my cute three-year-old brother, Adrian.

He was the cutest, sweetest, most adorable kid ever, in my eyes, of course, and in the family. He inherited moms and Davin’s honey eyes but lighter color, and he had silky blond hair, and let’s not forget his unique dimples on both cheeks. He was the definition of adorableness. “I coming.” He replied from the top of the stairs. I laughed at his words, but it was super cute. I ran to the stairs and saw that he had reached the last two steps, so I opened my arms for him to jump, and he sure did. “Hey buddy, I missed you too much, and you still have those chubby cheeks that I love to pinch and kiss!” I cooed while hugging him and kissing his soft full cheeks.

Adrian looked at me and laughed, showing me his adorable dimples. God, how much I missed those dimples.

“I miss Ariel. I want you to play with me, okay?” he asked with a sweet, quiet voice. Who could say No to that? I nodded with a smile.

“Of course, buddy, but after dinner, I’m starving, and I haven’t seen mom or dad yet.” He nodded his tiny head and went to the kitchen.

After a minute of standing near the stairs, I heard running footsteps on the stairs. I looked up and saw my charming dad. “Daddy!” I called in excitement, then ran to him as soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He held me tight and spun me around while I was in his warm, fatherly solid arms.

“How is my baby girl?” he asked with a contagious cheerful smile.

I smiled back. “Awesome but stressed. University life is hard, but I will survive after seeing you guys. I missed you all.” I replied as soon as he put me down on the floor.

“We missed you too,” he said, then kissed the crown of my head. Dad, Simon O’Connor, was 45 years old. He was a successful CEO of a big marketing company. Dad had the same blue eyes as my brother Hunter and light brown hair. He wore glasses when he read and was also tall and well-built.

After chatting with the guys, I remembered the woman who gave birth to me, the only woman who could provide special love. And might I add, the only other female figure in this family. “Where is she? I haven’t seen her yet.” I asked while looking around the house. “She went grocery shopping a while ago. She will be here at any minute now.” Dad cleared with a knowing chuckle.

As we entered the kitchen, we heard yelling. So we all turned our gazes to the kitchen door and waited for my mom in silence. “Where is my beautiful girl?” mom asked loudly while rushing to the kitchen. She was holding an abundant amount of bags.

“Right here,” I said with a smile. When mom saw me, she threw the bags on the floor, and I dashed to her arms and hugged her, but thank God mom had a gentle touch, unlike the boys in the family. “Did I hear eggs crack?”

“Oops! but never mind that. How much I missed you in my arms, sweetie, you don’t know how hard it is to live here with three grown annoying males alone, and it’s so stressful. Good thing I have Adrian, yet I miss gossiping about boys and fashion with you. You are the only one who understands me!” She sighed with relief reflecting in her beautiful dark honey eyes. I chuckled at her last comment.

Mom was a beautiful 45-year-old fashion designer named Rachel, and she was well known worldwide for her magnificent work. She had dirty blond short hair and a body like a model. She was the perfect mom in my eyes. All of my family members were perfect in my eyes. I am biased.

“We are here, you know?” Davin, Hunter, and Dad remarked in unison. Annoyed at my mom’s comment about them. We looked at the men with smirks.

“Yeah, we know.” She and I replied at the same time, and we all laughed.

“Mommy, I hungry.” I heard my fluff bear whine for food, and I did the only thing I could do for him as a mature 19-year-old sister. I looked at mom with serious eyes.

“Mommy, I’m hungry too!” I also whined, and that made Hunter laugh and the rest chuckle. We all had a strong bond that could not be broken, ever. Don’t worry. I am not foreshadowing my future... At least, I don’t think I am.

After we ate and talked for hours and I played with Adrian, I went to my room to rest my body and mind. As I stepped into my bedroom, I noticed nothing had changed since the last time I was there. I pulled out my warm black sweatpants and a soft red oversized hoodie. I decided to take a quick shower and then go to bed. I needed sleep.

“No, Mr. Horse, you cannot eat meat. You will die from food poisoning. I can’t afford to lose you! No, I love you.”

I then looked at the ice shop and ordered ice cream with vanilla and Oreos.

I opened my eyes from my wild dreams, feeling a weird thing next to me. I looked under my covers to see an angelic fluff bear. I wrapped my arms around Adrian and then pulled him closer to me, and with that, darkness took over my mind, and I was snoring in La La La land.


“Come on, guys,” I countered to my three best friends, and we got out of my black Lamborghini. “Why do I have to go?” I heard Owen whine from behind. I turned and looked at him with a roll of my eyes. He was putting his arms behind his head like he had nothing to worry about. “Because you, my dear friend, will sneak into the house and open her window for us.” I reasoned with a grin, and he sighed in frustration.

Owen was a 20-year-old singer. He wore glasses, had dark blue eyes, and could be a pain in the neck most times. “But why me, though? Why not you or Noah or Aaron?” he asked again with crossed arms.

Couldn’t he just do it without asking?

“Because you’re the only one who can sneak into the house without making any noise, you have good ninja skills, buddy,” I explained like I was telling a story to a child. He looked at me with a smirk blasting on his face. It worked.

“Well, if you say so... then, I’m just the only one who can go inside, uh-hmm, I have pretty awesome ninja skills and-” Owen started babbling nonstop, so we did the only thing we could do to make him stop talking. We raised our palms and slapped his head at the same time. “Ouch, what was that for?” He cried, holding his head in his hands.

“It wasn’t that hard. Come on, dude, go. We don’t have the whole night. It’s 2:30 am, and we have a flight to catch.” Aaron, Owen’s cousin, and his manager pointed out with a tired expression on his face. Aaron was the kind one between us... I guessed. He had dark brown eyes and black hair. He was a 21-year-old songwriter.

“Yeah, he’s right, now go!” Noah nodded in agreement. Noah was the youngest of us four. While I was 19, he was 18. Noah was a high school senior and loved to have fun. He had green eyes with short light brown hair. You could say that he had a baby face, but he was not a baby, that was for sure.

“Fine!” Owen replied like a 5-year-old kid with a stump on the floor. He was an idiot,but he did have the skills. He better hurry up.

We watched him try to open the house with a credit card, which freaking worked. Then, he entered without making any noise. After he closed the door, we turned around the house and stood under her bedroom window. It was on the second floor, so we had to climb up, which was not a problem.

We waited for about five minutes, then we heard a click, and the window above us was wide open. “Come on,” Owen whispered. We began climbing with the help of the side tubs. I was the first to enter, then Noah and Aaron.

We looked around, admiring the room; hell, it was so big and wide. We spotted a queen-sized bed in the center of the room and saw the girl sleeping on it peacefully. We approached her on our tiptoes, ensuring she did not wake up. “Guys... We have an obstacle!” Noah’s whisper grabbed our attention. We looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“What?” I asked; then he pointed at her... well, not exactly her, but at a little boy in her arms.

“Awe, look how cute he is!” Owen cooed, and we nodded. He was so cute. I loved kids, but it was not the time to admire them together.

“And she… is beautiful,” Noah commented, and we all looked at her face, studying it carefully. She had long brown hair and a perfect jawline, her skin was flawless, and her pale lips looked soft. She was a beauty indeed.

“Let’s carry her,” I suggested, and they nodded. We grabbed her hands softly to not wake her or the baby. We released her from the boy, and I carefully carried her on my shoulder. Then suddenly... She slapped my back. Real hard.

I groaned in pain without making any sound, but the boys started to panic, thinking that she was awake. “That’s my Oreos, you beast! You cannot have them, understood?” She muttered, making us jump from the surprise.

“She’s... sleep-talking?” Aaron looked at her behind my back and chuckled. She was cute, but she hit like a man.

“Come on, give me the rope,” I requested from Owen, and he handed it to me. They helped me wrap it around my waist then I passed the top of the rope to the boys. “Okay, I’m going to get down with her. Hold the rope tightly and help me. Do not let go!” They grabbed it and then nodded, sweat starting to form on their foreheads.

I started getting down, tightening my grip around her waist. I did not want her to fall because: First, I would face the wrath of my boss, and besides, she was a human being. She will break her bones if she falls.

After a few minutes of struggling with the rope, we landed safely, then I was followed by the boys. “Did you leave the letter on the bed?” I asked Aaron since it was with him.

He nodded. “Yes, I did. Now let’s go.” He replied, and we all got into the car; then, I drove off to the airport.

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