As we waited for Margaret to finish dinner, the band continued their talking and laughing. Mark was telling everyone a story making everyone else laugh. I'll admit it was pretty funny so I snickered to myself. But I couldn't control myself as the story went on and I put my head in my hands.

"Hey now, you're killin' her Mark," Phil noted. Mark sat up straighter.

"I guess I'm just that funny," he said. I wasn't one to object.

"Hey Hannah was it? Do you live in Australia, or were you just visiting?" Malcolm asked. Here we go. I composed myself before answering.

"Well- I'm just visiting. I fell asleep in my hotel," I lied. "and woke up in the snow. I don't know what happened." Bon lit a cigarette.

"Kicked out on the street? That's a shame. My mum would always kick me out when she heard me singing."

"We've even kicked him out of the studio," Malcolm joked along. I smiled at them. Phil had gotten up to use the bathroom. Mark leaned back on the couch and relaxed after telling his story. Bon dropped his lighter in the couch and Malcolm helped him find it. I rested on the couch as well and saw Angus studying me out of the corner of my eye. Normally I didn't like people watching me, but he didn't seem to mean any harm.

"How old are you?" he asked out of the blue.

"Sixteen. I'm almost seventeen though," I answered. He cocked his head.

"You don't look sixteen, you seem younger." I cringed from his gaze never once leaving mine. It seemed like forever until he finally shrugged and looked away. "Maybe not. I don't look twenty either do I?" he smiled. I gave him one back.

"Maybe if you turned your head to the side," I said. He turned his head back and forth while making funny faces. I laughed at his antics and eventually he started laughing too. Margaret came out to us wiping her hands on a dish towel.

"Okay guys, dinner's ready."

"Aw, hold on a minute Marg, there's been a situation," Bon said his arm stuck in the couch.

"Now what is it Bonnie?" Angus called over.

"My fucking lighter dropped down the couch, now my arm is stuck."

"Looks like we're gonna have two guests for dinner," I said. Bon gave me a cheeky grin then stood up to pull his arm out. And a now fuzzy cigarette lighter.

"Margaret, I think you missed a spot cleaning the house yesterday," said Malcolm.

At the table the boys asked me all kinds of questions and I had to make up all kinds of excuses. Vee would be pissed at me for lying so much but what was I supposed to do? I almost wished she were here with me, she loves AC/DC as much as me. Besides, I need a witness when I go back home. If I go back home.

"Where do you live?" Phil asked.

"In Oregon in America."

"Is it nice there?" Mark asked.

"Oregon is beautiful. As for America, I mean I've only been to five states. But from what I've seen it's good."

"By beautiful, you mean the women right?" Bon asked. Everyone at the table laughed and rolled their eyes. I smiled and gave a half shrug.

"I wouldn't know Bon, women don't really appeal to me." Margaret stood up and cleared the dishes once we finished eating. "Do you need any help?" I offered. She shook her head.

"Nah, it's alright dear. I'm used to doing it myself. The boys can show you around though. Malcolm? Will you take this box to the recycling before you go?"

"Yeah here." Malcolm took the old box out while we headed up to my room where their instruments were. Mark and Phil tossed a ball they found back and forth with Mark on a swivel chair and Phil on the floor. Bon ran in and started lightly jumping on my bed.

"We should have a little sleepover in here," he said hopping off.

"There's barely enough room for little Angus in here," said Mark. Angus sat in the corner and started tuning his guitar.

"Yeah I've been confined to a corner," he joked. "Besides I don't think Hannah's mum would like that idea."

"Like what idea?" Malcolm asked when he joined us.

"Us having a sleepover in here with Hannah."

"I bet Hannah would. You hang out with any guys back home? Any boyfriends?" Bon asked.

"No not really. I do hang out with guys more often than girls though."

"You don't like girls?" Mark asked.

"They're fine, but they're everywhere. You go to the bathroom at school there's like 15 of them. All of them on their phones." My eyes went wide.

"You have phones in the bathroom?" Malcolm questioned.

"Yeah Mal, in case you need to call for help," Phil said.

"In a bathroom?"

"Hey I don't know what girls do in there." I covered my face in laughter.

"They call for more toilet paper," Bon suggested.

"Or plumbing assistance," said Phil.

"If that's true I can't imagine what they do in the boys' room," laughed Malcolm. He looked over at me. "Seems Hannah finds dirty humor funny."

"She finds us funny anyway," Angus said. I finally stopped laughing and sat cross legged on the bed. Bon had laid back with his hands behind his head and one foot propped on mine.

"Bon she don't want to smell your feet," Malcolm said.

"It's on her head, not her nose," he replied. I stared at the navy blue bedspread while picking off bits of fuzz. I looked up for a second and saw Angus staring at me before he looked back at his guitar. Vee would say 'he liked me' but I wouldn't think anything of it. I've been caught staring at someone a lot, especially strangers. And with Bon's foot on my head you can't help but look.

"So Hannah, can you play anything?" Angus asked changing the situation.

"I'm teaching myself a little violin and a smidge bit guitar."

"A smidge?" He smiled at my word choice.

"Yeah, but really I can't actually play anything."

"You like any sports?"

"Kind of. I always used to play with my brother. Soccer, basketball, Frisbee, and a little hockey. He always won though."

"That's Malcolm right there," Angus said. Malcolm smiled.

"You know it. Always beat Angus at everything, especially footsie."

"I don't need sports. I got a guitar."

"Me too," said Malcolm.

"And me!" Mark piped up. Phil threw the ball at him when he wasn't looking and hit him on the head. "You son of a-" Phil ran out of the room while Mark chased after him. We heard shouting and a couple objects getting thrown along with a scolding Margaret.

"What the hell are they doin' out there?" Malcolm asked.

"Havin' tea mate, can't you hear 'em?" Bon replied. He removed his foot from my head and got up. "I'm gonna shower. I'm startin' to smell like Phil." Malcolm laughed to himself and left too.

"Now I want tea," he said in the hallway leaving Angus and I. It was a little awkward being alone with him, but I'd feel that way with anyone and everyone. Angus put his guitar down and came to lie on my bed. He closed his eyes and pretended to snore and be asleep. I nonchalantly sat on top of him.

"Man, this is a nice chair. I think I'll stay here awhile." I saw him smile. "It's a good thing no one's under here, they'd be stuck here forever!" I pressed his shoulders and chest a little. "It's a smidge lumpy though," I emphasized the word smidge. He snickered a little and I got off. But he stayed where he was.

"How long are you staying?" he asked, his eyes still closed. I shrugged.

"I don't know, it depends."

"On what?" he continued.

"Well I have to figure out how I got here and how to get back, and even then I'd have to get to my home in America." He opened his eyes and looked at me. I looked back at him and he turned away again. He got off my bed and left without another word.

After everyone went to bed and I in mine I got to thinking. Explaining to them about going back in time was not gonna be easy. They'd be upset I never told them or they wouldn't believe me. And I certainly didn't want to risk this friendship we had or whatever it was. Just meeting each other on the first day was enough to have a good time. I sighed to myself.
Just enjoy it while you can.