"I found some single ladies in the area, and I did not use a single dating app." I say to my uncles, whose faces both look horrified.

"You cannot be single forever." I point to the chairs around me and glare at them. They look like they are about to book it. 

"Our lives are fine as is." They both say.

"You're going to die single." I frown.

"Ouch." They hold their hearts and pretend to cry.

"Just one date. Please!" I beg them.

"After what happened, I know and do respect your decisions. If you really don't want to go back into the dating field, I completely understand." I say carefully towards Chris. 

"And I know you said you would go into the dating field if he did." I point out to Mark. 

Their eyes soften. "We will try." 

"Yes. Yes!" I squeal and hug the two of them.

"If you two could just fill out this questionnaire, then I'll be off." I smile.

They give me strange looks before sighing and mumbling to themselves.

"Excuse me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Where's a pen?" The two of them ask innocently.

"I thought so." I narrow my eyes. "Chop! Chop!" I say.

"Sheesh. Give us time, will you?" Uncle Mark shoos me away.

"Fine!" I roll my eyes. "Let me know when you finish."

"Yes ma'am."

"You still trying to get them dates?" Allen comes strolling into the kitchen and searches for food in the refrigerator.

"So what?" I frown. He's giving me a judging tone.

"They can easily find women. Look at them. Plus, Chris is a surgeon and Mark is a psychologist. Those are attractive for a women."

"Are you saying girls are superficial and only care about men's look and money?" I dare him to say it.

"You're putting words in my mouth." Allen pauses and chugs some orange juice straight from its freaking container.

"Ugh. How many times do I tell you not to do that?" I cringe in disgust. "It's not sanitary."

Allen looks at the container and back at me. "Eh." He shrugs.

I grumble and stare at the ceiling. "Why did I have to be related to these Neanderthals?"

"Are you talking about yourself?" Allen smirks.

"Shut up." I roll my eyes and head towards my room. "And you two better finish the questionnaire." I point to my uncles, who have yet to start it.

I enter my room and shut the door. I sigh and turn on my desk lamp. As soon as I glance up, I accidentally make eye contact with Mason, who is standing directly across from me in his room. I scowl and immediately shut the blinds.

If I could, I would switch rooms with one of the twins. However, it is too difficult to change rooms. Plus, my brothers will be suspicious.

Glancing at my recent unfinished painting, I take out my paint set and continue. Who cares about homework right now? I'm going to focus on my art.

"BOO!" Someone yells in my ear.

"HOLY MOTHER OF FREAKING GAH!" I shout and drop my paint brush.

"I didn't think you would get that scared." Uncle Mark stares at me apologetically.

"We did knock and call your name if that counts." Uncle Chris says as he pops his head into my room.

"You were lost in that art brain of yours." He shrugs. "Here you go." Mark passes me the filled out questions.

"I hope I don't regret this." He mumbles before leaving.

I grab it and head to the fax machine. I fax each one individually to the matchmaking company. This company actually works. It's expensive, but it works.

Now, I just wait for the results.

*****
It takes a little more than a week before I get a response. I don't know how these things work. I did the expedited one so it wouldn't take months. 

I stare at all the likely candidates. Most of these ladies look too perfect. They look like plastic barbies. I toss them aside. I keep leafing through the papers. 

Gosh, this is awful work. So much information is listed so it should be easier to find someone for them quick. 

I sigh as I shuffle through the papers. Some of them I actually recognize. To my surprise, I think I see a friend or two's mother. 

After hours upon hours of scanning, I find two special ladies. Hopefully. They seem nice. 

But still, am I really looking through these papers right now to find my uncle's date? I honestly think these work , but it just feels wrong. It feels like tinder but on paper. 

"Clear Friday night." I skip downstairs and tell my uncles. "I found dates for you!" I grin.

"And who might they be?" Mark frowns.

"It's a secret!" I wink. The gals that I chose were one of the kind and I honestly think they are really suited for my uncles.

"Hey. Young lady. You are going to tell us or...." Chris trails off trying to think of a punishment.

"I'm waiting." I smile.

"Nevermind." He shakes his head.

"I thought so." I nod. "Wear your best suit because I booked it at a fancy restaurant."

"Where?"

"Shush." I lift a finger up. "It's a secret! What part of a secret do you not understand?"

"Okay. We get it." They roll their eyes at me.

I roll my eyes back at them.

Then, I sigh and realize I have to go on a hot date myself....

I'm kidding. I'm going with Franny, Jon, and Hunter to a music concert. It's supposed to be super crazy and fun. Honestly, I'm stoked for it! I don't even care if it's just Fran's attempt to get Hunter and I together. It may seem like a double date but I am not going to jump his bones. To be honest,  I am surprised Jon is going too. Then again, there's more to him than what meets the eyes. 

"I'm going to get ready for the music concert." I wave to them.

"Since when where you going to a music concert?" Uncle Mark stops me.

"I told you a couple weeks ago?" Im trying to remember if I did or not.

"And where is it at?"

"It's near Hollywood I think?"

"You think?"

"It's fine. I'll be fine."

"Will there be boys?" They grill me with questions.

"Oh my god. There are some guys."

"Are any of them your boyfriends?"

"They're just friends!" I sigh. "I need to get ready!" I run upstairs to take a shower. Then, I do my makeup and hair, which takes a lot longer than expected.

By the time I'm done, I look plenty fabulous. Unlike what most girls wear to these types of music concerts, I choose not to be scandalous by revealing tons of skin. I expose a small amount of skin and wear a sleeveless graphic crop tank with ripped, black shorts. I add a couple inches to my height with my edge black heels.

"I'll be going!" I shout before I leave. I hurry out in case anybody in my household thinks that my crop top which is only a little bit above my belly button is "too short."

As soon as I get into the car, Fran frowns at my attire. "No."

"What?" I frown.

"Just no." She sighs. "Look at me, and look at you."

"I wouldn't be caught dead wearing that." I glance at her studded bralette with leather spanks.

"You're going to be the most clothed person there!" She tsks.

"Don't I look fine Jon?" I ask him. He glances back through the mirror and shrugs. "Yeah."

"See?" I stick my tongue out at Fran.

"Hey!" Fran punches him lightly on his arm. "You're supposed to take my side." She pouts.

"My bad." He says.

"Where's Hunter?" I glance around.

"He's meeting us there." Fran explains.

Great. I'm going to be stuck in a three hour ride with these two lovebirds.

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A/n

Short I know :|

I'm leading up to a certain scene though so look forward to the next chapter!

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