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(F/N) put the bags on the bed and unzipped them. She was surprised to find that the clothes weren't just random garments, but actually matched a bit. Some tank tops, 2 pairs of black yoga pants, a pair of jeans, a couple of nice shirts and three dresses. The other bag had her underwear and other toiletries and several pairs of shoes. 
                          
"Brian is surprisingly fashionable." She grinned to herself. She hung her clothes up in the closet and placed her underwear in the dresser. It was dark out now, from what she could tell by the window. There was no clock in her room, but hopefully she could ask them to get her cellphone. 
                          
"I think it's time to wash away all...this." She gestured to herself. Opening the door to the bathroom, she went to the shower and turned the knob. Going back to her room, she grabbed all the items she needed, including one of the tank tops, a pair of underwear and one of the yoga pants. She shut the door and set the stuff down, wondering where she might find a towel. 
                          
"Well this looks like some sort of towel closet." She said, pulling open said closet door. She found that she was right, and pulled one of the fluffy gray towels out. 
                          
These guys are really monotone in their home decor choices... 
                          
The shower was steaming now, signaling that it was the right temperature for (F/N). She was just about to pull her top over her head when the door on the opposite side of hers opened. 
                          
Evan stood there, a shocked expression on his face. Of course, (F/N) was not wearing a bra, since she was kidnapped while she was asleep. Her (E/C) eyes widened and she quickly pulled her shirt down. 
                          
"W-what happened to knocking?!" She shrieked, turning a deep shade of red. Evan's own face was slightly red and he quickly mumbled an apology and shut the door. (F/N) took a couple of deep breaths, trying to retain her composure. 
                          
So some guy you just met has seen your chest...it's not bad it's not bad just calm down...
                          
She slapped her cheeks a couple times and finally stripped. Her shower lasted for around 45 minutes, as she just stood there and let the hot water run down her body. After washing up and rinsing, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped up in the towel. 
                          
"At least this is cozy." She said as she snuggled her face into the towel. "Enough of that, I'm getting hungry." She quickly dressed and left the towel on the towel rack so as not to make a mess. She looked at the door that led to Evan's room and decided that she was still to embarrassed and mad to speak to him at the moment. 
                          
She left the bathroom and entered her bedroom, stopping to put on a pair of socks before she went to look for the kitchen. She walked into the living room and saw that Brian and Nogla were still on the couch. 
                          
"Hey, where's the kitchen?" (F/N) asked the pair. They looked up from the TV (they were playing smash), and Nogla nodded his head to a door behind the couch.
                          
"It's through there. Hey if yer gonna make something ye should make me-" Before Nogla could finish, Brian cut him off. 
                          
"Let her eat in peace Nogla, you're a big boy and can make your own food." Brian said. "In fact, you should even make HER food after all she's been through today." 
                          
(F/N) didn't feel like she was in any serious danger the whole time she was there. Besides being threatening, they had left her alone in that room. Was it really that bad? 
                          
Nogla sighed and nodded. "Yer right. Come on (F/N), I can make you something yummy!" She grabbed her hand and led her to the kitchen. 
                          
"Nogla, my hand." (F/N) stared at their joined hands. He looked as well, then quickly let go. 
                          
"Sorry, natural reflex." (F/N) didn't mind, she was too busy looking at the kitchen. It was huge! 
                          
I guess it has to be, since so many guys live here...
                          
"-? (F/N)?" Nogla brought her out of her thoughts. 
                          
"Oh sorry, I was just admiring your kitchen. What did you say?" 
                          
"I was just askin' ye what ye wanted to eat." (F/N) thought about it for a second. 
                          
"Is it possible for you to make (F/F)?" She asked, twiddling her thumbs. Nogla's face broke into a smile.
                          
"Of course! That's easy!" 
                          
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"Wow you weren't kidding, you do make some good food." (F/N) grinned at Nogla as she finished her meal. He smiled back. 
                          
"I'm glad ye enjoyed it." (F/N) stood, grabbing her plate. As she went over to the sink, she heard a snicker from the kitchen door. She turned and saw Brian watching her. 
                          
"I didn't know they taught you how to clean up in prep school." She realized he was mocking her. She flushed. 
                          
"I didn't go to prep school, thank you. And I can in fact function like a normal adult like anyone else." She retorted as she finished washing her dishes. She placed them on the dish rack to dry and pushed past Brian. The clock in the living room said it was nearly midnight. "I'm going to bed." 
                          
When she was back in her room, she huffed. How rude of Brian to judge her like some dumb rich kid. Sure, she was rich, but she wasn't raised to be spoiled. She was even sent to public school, but of course he hadn't known that. 
                          
"Stupid men are stupid." She smacked her cheeks after repeating this mantra to herself and went to sit on the bed. She wasn't particularly tired yet so she decided to try and piece together the whole picture. 
                          
She was deep in thought and didn't notice that Evan had come into her room until he tapped her on the shoulder. 
                          
"Ahh! Don't scare me like that!" She shouted. 
                          
"I knocked twice, but you weren't answering, so I came in." He shrugged. She rolled her eyes. 
                          
"Well, do you need something?" He cleared his throat, as if he himself forgot why he was here. 
                          
"I just wanted to know if you had any fighting experience, like self defense or jujitsu, you know, that kind of thing." She shook her head. She never really had an affinity for anything really physical. "That's, unfortunate, but we can help with that." 
                          
"I have to learn how to fight?" She whined. Evan laughed and patted her head, which she swatted away angrily. 
                          
"Just some basic self defense stuff, nothing too difficult." (F/N) rolled her eyes and went to the door. 
                          
"Well then, I should be getting some rest then, yeah?" She said, opening the door. Evan actually agreed with her and left the room without a word. "Goodnight to you too." She mumbled as she shut the door. 
                          
(F/N) flipped the light switch off and flopped onto the bed. Interacting with Evan and Brian in particular was draining. Without realizing it, she fell into a dreamless sleep.