Waking up in an unfamiliar bed reminded me of the choice I'd made to run. Well, maybe that was going a bit far, but I'd needed to get away from the pain and the memories that were everywhere back in New Zealand.

Since my luggage hadn't arrived at the apartment by the time we'd gotten back and I was too lazy to change clothes, I'd stripped off to just my underwear and the hockey jersey. I usually slept in a t-shirt and shorts, or boxers and a pj top, so that was the best improvising I could do. The jersey was long enough that it came to mid thigh, leaving me confident enough to venture to the kitchen for some water.

Still half asleep, not really caring how long I'd slept for, except being certain it wasn't nearly long enough, I tried to recall my way around. The place wasn't huge, so it was impossible to get lost, but I had a feeling the other bedroom and bathroom were to the left, while everything else was right.

My guess was correct and I made my way across the cool tile to the refrigerator, pausing half way when I heard a low whistle coming from the breakfast bar on my left. "Stalking me now Gronk?"

"Damn, Ray, you should come with a warning for those legs," Jordan stated, ignoring my comment, as he shamelessly let his eyes wander up and down, even going so far as to lean forward for a better view. I was a little shocked at the attention, not having the best figure around, but I'd always managed to have nicely toned legs with no effort. "What's the ink?"

I took in Tyler plus an unfamiliar face sitting next to my apparent stalker before continuing my journey to appease my dry throat. "Left calf is New Zealand, right is a silver fern and a kiwi, they're like the symbols of N.Z.," I explained, knowing they probably had no clue about the small native bird and flora, while turning fully so they had a complete view of each tattoo. I was fiercely proud of my nationality, and loved the fact that it was now a part of me forever.

"Oh, like we have the maple leaf," the unnamed man clicked. His voice was soft, and don't even get me started on his accent. Not quite as strong as Marc-Andre's, it was still obviously French, and came very close to making me swoon.

I nodded to him with a small smile, taking in his features for the first time. Dark hair falling into his warm chocolate eyes, broad shoulders, and a shy smile of his own to accompany a slight blush as I found him eyeing my legs, I deemed he was a good-looking boy. He seemed about the same age as the other two, still a few years younger than myself.

Leaning up against the counter to stop Jordan's apparent fascination with studying my legs, I questioned their presence, "So why are you stalking me? And where's Lucy?" It had come to my attention that my roomie was missing in action.

"She's out for lunch with Max, so we're here to keep you company," Tyler smiled.

I frowned a little, feeling bad for ruining the day for them. "Well thanks, but you don't have to babysit me. I'm fine by myself if you wanna go do whatever."

"No, no, no. You're not getting rid of us that easy!" Jordan declared with a hard glare. "Especially if you're just going to be walking round in my jersey."

I couldn't help but laugh at him as he wiggled his eyebrows vigorously. Even though I'd only known him for less than a day, I had a feeling he's on permanent flirt mode. "You wish, Gronk. I'll take that as my cue to go change. And Jor, stop staring at my ass," I laughed as I headed to my room not bothering to see if he was or not, but taking the chuckles from the other two men as confirmation that I'd caught him out.

I wasn't that happy about having to wear the jeans and t-shirt I'd spent so many hours travelling in, but I wasn't in a position to do anything about it. I was thankful for my mother always insisting I kept a spare pair of underwear in my carry on, however.

Heading back to my guests I found they'd migrated to the couches in the living area, TV on and arguing over which DVD they should put on. I stood back and watched them go at each other for a minute, quietly laughing to myself at the absurdity of their reasoning.

"One, I can't stand soppy romantic crap. Two, no Jordan I wont cuddle with you if we watch a horror. And three, one of you is actually arguing for one of my favourite movies, so you are now the winner."

Feeling a surge of bravery, I moved forward to take the DVD case out of no-name's large hand, bending down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to the machine in hopes of hiding the blush that I knew was only milliseconds away from rearing it's embarrassing head.