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Once we got everything worked out, Nash slept in a pair of sweats so I wouldn't be uncomfortable, except last night when we were feeling more frisky. I woke up covered in blankets, and he cuddled up behind me.

"Morning," he mumbled.

"Morning," I yawned.

He rubbed his eyes, rolled over, and looked at the clock.

"What time is it?" I asked him.

"7:35 in the morning," he said, rolling back over to me.

"Why are we up so early? We don't start classes for a few more days," I groaned.

"Because that's how it usually works. You aren't a morning person, are you," he asked me.

"Nope, I like my sleep," I said, rolling into him and closing my eyes. He let out a deep, hearty laugh.

Then we heard yelling coming from the hallway of the bedrooms. "I told you for the one-hundredth time I am not gay!"

"Denial, denial, denial," Marco yelled back.

"Looks like Nix and Marco are at it again," Nash mentioned as I nodded my head into his chest.

Both of us got up, throwing on some clothes, then open the door to our room to see Marco and Nixon arguing again.

"Is there a reason you two need to start so early in the morning," Nash asked them.

"Because he is so cute when he's mad," Marco squealed as he pinched Nixon's cheek, who, in return, slapped his hand away.

I tried to stifle a laugh.

"Whatever," Nixon grumbled as he stormed back into his room, slamming his door shut.

"Was that necessary, Marco?" I asked him.

"Is it necessary? No, it's not. Is it fun? Yes," he grinned. I couldn't help but laugh.

Marco walked over to us, looking us up and down. "I see you got over your hang-up with Nash being in his boxers."

I looked at Nash, who was just in his boxers and rolled my eyes. "Apparently," I said.

"It's all good in the hood," he grinned, and we both looked at each other then back at him.

"So, whatcha doing?" He asked us.

"Uh, standing here," Nash answered, looking at him, annoyed.

"Well, get dressed. We will get breakfast," Marco said enthusiastically, then walked away.

"That guy is the weirdest guy I have ever met," Nash said to me.

"Yep," I agreed with him.

Nash and I got dressed, then left the house with Marco going to breakfast. He took us to a diner in the area and ordered a big stack of pancakes along with bacon while I ordered eggs and sausage with Nash ordering biscuits and gravy.

"So, Marco, Jace tells us you have Autism," Nash says nonchalantly. I look at Nash and roll my eyes. Leave it to a Gray boy to be blunt.

"Yep," he replied while licking the syrup off his fingers.

"Anything else you want to add?" Nash asked him, trying to start a conversation with Marco.

"Nope," he answered, taking a bite of his pancakes.

I took a deep breath and asked, "Can you work with us a little?"

"Okay," he answered as he stopped eating and looked at us. "I have Autism, and I'm gay. Anything else?"

We looked at each other, trying to think of something to ask. I mean, what do you ask someone without appearing offensive?

He let out a deep sigh and said, "Apparently, not. Okay, fine." He set his silverware down and stared at us intently. "They diagnosed me when I was four. I'm high functioning. I understand way more than people realize. I also figured out I was gay when I was thirteen - irony at its best. One has nothing to do with the other. I like guys. I've been in special education classes my whole life and was in a program that paired me with Paul and Jasper."

"Why Paul and Jasper," I inquired as I ate my breakfast.

"Because Paul has Aspergers and Jasper is bisexual. Any more questions?" His answer was blunt and to the point.

Our jaws dropped when he said that. That could explain why Paul got so angry with me. But Jasper? That was so odd.

"And Jace knows this?" Nash asked him.

"Yep," he answered.

It confused both of us at how Jace knew this information and didn't bother to inform us about it.

"Don't look so confused. It's not the first time people have found out about us. Our previous roommates were horrible. They treated us like garbage because they found out things about us. It's a shame too, considering most people lack tolerance," he said as he took a bite of his food.

I honestly didn't know what to say to that. Marco was so blunt but could act so differently.

"You're very interesting," I commented to him.

"Interesting? Huh? No one told me that before." He shrugged.

"So, Marco, why do you mess with Nix so much?" Nash asked.

"Because he's so easy to mess with out of people. The dude has some issues, though." He continued eating without making eye contact with Nash.

"How so?" Nash asked him.

"He's emotional. He's angry. Does he have any issues?" Marco asked him.

That was a loaded question.

"Nixon has always been that way," Nash shrugged.

"I see." Marco rubbed his chin with his palm.

I continued to eat my food, trying to figure out what Marco meant.

"Ma told me when we were younger, Nix would cling to me. They figured it was because I was a calming influence on him," Nash told him.

"Did you ever consider Nixon has an emotional attachment to you," Marco asked him.

Nash sat there and thought about it. "I guess, but why?"

"Because you make him feel safe. It's a brother thing. When you're around, he feels like if something happens, you will rescue him. It's not a bad thing. It's just how he's able to handle things," Marco explained with an astute observation.

"That makes sense, now that you mention it," I interjected.

"What do you mean?" Nash asked me.

"When you left, Nixon was moody. But when you returned, it was like something in him changed. Like he wasn't as anxious," I explained.

"Huh," Nash said, thinking about what I had told him about Nixon.

I couldn't believe we were sitting here analyzing Nixon of all people. Before I knew it, we all had finished our breakfast.

"That was excellent," Marco said, wiping his mouth off with a napkin. I looked to see the food gone, leaving his plate empty. The boy could eat dang.

The waitress sashayed over and leaned over our table, showing her cleavage. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

Nash was busy looking through his wallet when Marco said, "Yes. You can stop acting sexy and button up your top. I'm gay, and he has a girlfriend. Now go away."

Nash's head snapped up, and I was trying to stifle a giggle as the waitress stood up while turning three shades of red.

"Uh, well," she stammered.

Nash furrowed his brows and let out a deep breath as Marco said, "Shoo," waving her off. She made a hasty retreat as I busted out laughing.

"I take it you have a lot of problems with women hitting on you," Marco asked Nash.

"More than you know," he sighed.

"Then why don't you tell them to leave you alone? I'm sure Maggie would be happy if you did," he smiled.

I couldn't help but laugh as Nash frowned. Irony at its best.

After we paid for our food, we went back to the house, and Marco wanted to know more about me, so I told him. I explained about the people that gave birth to me and how they dumped me on Nate and Pat.

"No offense, Maggie, but your parents sound like real tools," Marco remarked to me.

"You don't have any idea," I sighed.

We walked into the house, and everyone was hanging out.

"Where did you three run off to?" Jace asked us. I walked over and sat down next to Kat.

"Breakfast." Nash shrugged.

"With Marco?" Jace looked at him questionably.

"Yeah, why?" Nash responded.

"Never mind," he chuckled.

"What?" Nash inquired, feeling confused as did I.

They all smirked, and Marco had a big grin on his face.

"What's going on?" I questioned them.

"Lesson 101, never go out to breakfast with Marco," Jasper said, walking into the room and taking a seat.

"We had breakfast and talked," I responded to them.

"Is that all that happened?" Paul asked me.

"Yeah, why?" I looked at them even more confused than I was a minute ago.

"Give it a minute," he commented to me.

Then before I knew it, Nash doubled over in pain and ran upstairs. I twisted to hear the bathroom door shut. Then I turned and asked, "What just happened?"

"Payback," Marco said, taking out a little bottle.

"What's that?"

"This would be liquid ex-lax. A couple drops in Nash's coffee, and he gets to spend time in the bathroom," he grinned. My brows raised, and my jaw dropped.

"What about all that stuff you told us at the diner?" I asked him.

"Oh, it was true, but did you honestly think I could let him get away for being mean to you? Plus, it's our way of welcoming you to college," he smirked, oh boy.

I thought the Gray brothers were bad. They had nothing on Jasper, Paul, and Marco. I had a feeling all hell would break loose.

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