<<???? POV>>

My cold hands were shoved into my hoodie pockets, as I walk down the alley way. Faint laughter was heard from all the way down but it got louder as I got closer. I sighed at the laughter as I turned the corner and watched my boss and his friends play poker. My bright hoodie must of caught their attention, cause the smile disappeared when he turned his head, and reappeared when he knew who it was.

"He's here! I told you guys he would!"

"Enough talk Ryan, why am I here?" I sat on the ground, scratching my chin under my mask.

"Some ass is marrying my sister, some people told me that he ain't the right guy." He shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, "need you to take care of him."

"Ah, geez." I rubbed my neck and closed my eyes, "just when I started to turn my life around." I laughed. He snickered and gave me a knife.

"Try at least." He smirked. I took off my mask, my face feeling the cool breeze of the night air. I grabbed the knife and shoved my mask in my pocket.

"And, how much will I get out of this?" I laughed.

"Enough for you to go back into the shit hole of a house with whats his name..Luke?" I growled at how he forgot. I was starting to walk away and put my mask on until he stopped me.

"Oh! And one more thing!" I glared at him, "you're gonna have to pretend to be in love with one of them." I scoffed, then laughed.

"I'm pretty sure, I'll be the next target if you make me love your sister and I make your sister love me."

"No, No. I would never suggest that. They're mostly guys." He rose a brow and smirked with that stupid smile. It took me a while before I just full on disagreed with him.

"No. I am absolutely not gay."

"That's not what we saw at the airport." His men rose and they started walking toward me and pinning me to a wall. He took off my mask and hit me, grabbing my shirt and staring at me. "You let that man go. You let a witness live."

"I-I.."

"Remember. I own you. Jon-a-than." He let go of my shirt and dropped me. They went back to their spot, grabbed their stuff and disappeared around a corner. I coughed and wrapped my hands in my jacket. It was cold. I was walking away, and as I did, I was thinking about the guy. I stopped in my steps.

"The guy..at the airport.." I smiled, I remember watching him walk away with another guy. Perhaps they'll be at the wedding? "This'll be easy."

<<Evan POV>>

I stretched my arms and got up, going into the restroom and stared at my bed hair. It was a mess, the sun was slowly rising over the mountains that surrounded the desert city. I rubbed my face and got the sleepers out of the corners of my eyes. I turned on cold water and cupped it in my hands, splashing it on my face. I yawned as I grabbed a pair of clothes out of my bag. It was my old Vanoss t-shirt in front of Liquor Hole and a pair of plain tan jeans with black sneakers.

"Fine." I said. I closed the door as I got dressed, once I finished I combed and gelled my hair. Pounding on my door made me drop the comb on the floor, I slowly walked to the door and saw a very tired and crabby Tyler.

"You take forever like a fucking girl." He pushed past me and turned on the sink, washing his face.

"Sorry, but aren't you worried about a noise complaint? I think the neighbors are gonna stomp over here."

"Noise doesn't affect me. Now get out so I can get dressed." He pushed me out. He slammed the door and locked it, pounding was heard at our main hotel room door. I groaned and rolled my eyes as I trudged over there. I opened my door and a tall brunette stood there, he was almost the height of me and was just as buff. I nearly fainted from his bright blue eyes piercing my brown ones such as the man in the mask did at the airport.

"Excuse me, but you're making to much noise and I just got here. So I'm speaking on behalf of all the other hotel guests." His voice was almost as low as mine.

"I'm so so sorry. That was my friend Tyler's fault. He was loud when he's crabby." I apologized. I was so afraid that he was gonna stomp on me like I was an ant. He smiled and looked inside the room,

"Mind if I come in?"

"No." I stepped aside and let him in, closing the door silently behind him.

"Nice room. Better than mine." He looked around and did a 360 around while looking up. "You afford this?"

"Actually, my friend Brock did. Um, why?"

"Brock? I heard that guy was marrying a girl, who is it again?"

"Yeah, he's marrying a small blonde girl named..um.."

"Keira, right?" He smiled, I nodded. "That's my friends sister."

"Right, so who's her brother?" I asked and he laughed.

"I thought you would know, you're going to his wedding after all. Aren't you?"

"Well..aren't you? I mean, along with her brother? She doesn't say anything about him so I wanted to know who he was." I smirked, he coughed and gave me a serious look.

"Allan." He said. "Happy, pretty boy?" He laughed. I stared at him with a blank look as I thought about the name. "You ok?" He finally asked.

"What? Yeah. It's just a guy wrote a note to me calling me a pretty boy." I said and he looked uneasy. "Scary huh? People turn out to be creeps here."

"I guess..what's your name?" I asked him.

"My name?"

"That's what I said, I didn't stutter did I?" He growled at my remark but answered,

"Jonathan."