Summery: I bring various hot guys into my 'house', and see what ensues. Completely, totally, and utterly pointless. I got bored while lying in bed not being able to sleep.

Disclaimer: However much I want to own them, I don't, and sadly never will. Only in my Lala Land do I own them.

My name is Sara, but I feel like using the name Tris, or Trisana.

444444444444 a beach house on the coast of California...

I am so bored. Wait, I know, I have the power of computers! I walk over to the table and get my laptop, then put a CD in the stereo. After making 'All-Star' start, I go sit down on the padded bench near the big, tall windows. Open, start up, MSWord, type.

Will Turner appears in the middle of the floor.

"What happened?!"

"Calm down, I will explain in a moment." He looks nervously at my nine rottweiler mix dogs; Ardent, Fear, Good Cheer, Rage, Sorrow, Joy, Steadfast, Terror, and Bliss. Their names are studded on their black leather collars.

"Will they hurt me?" I look down at them, as they growl softly.

"Only if I tell them to. Please, have a seat." He sits on one of the couches, and I continue typing. Aragorn and Legolas appear kneeling where Will just was, and don't move, eyes on the dogs. "Hello," I say without looking up from my screen. "do not mind the dogs, have a seat, I will explain everything."

Getting up slowly and keeping his eyes on the dogs, Aragorn backs up, and almost trips over the coffee table. Legolas turns slightly and sits on one of the couches.

"Careful." Will says. Aragorn looks to him quickly.

"So you're here too." He nods. Next, Paris, Prince of Troy appears, swearing profusely in Greek or whatever.

"Oh, sorry!" I type some more, and his curses turn to English. "Censers." I say, getting up and putting my hand over his mouth. "Have a seat, and I will explain in a moment." He sits on the same couch as Will, and they look at each other, confused. Standing, I walk to the middle of the room.

"Now will you tell us what is going on?" Will asks.

"Yes. I have brought all of you here so that I will not be so bored." Paris gives me a strange look. "No, don't be nasty, Paris. You have nothing to fear from my dogs, as they are very well trained. Come, I'll give you the grand tour." We go down the hall, and I point to the doors. "First door, is the kitchen, then a storage area, then a bathroom, then a bedroom. Now, upstairs." Heading up the stairs, we come to another short hallway. Pointing to the door on the left, I say, "this is the master bedroom, a.k.a., my bedroom. Stay out of it. There is another bedroom at the end of the hall with an adjoining bathroom." Back downstairs, we all sit on the couches.

"Now what?" Aragorn asks.

"Dunno. You hungry?" I get four no's.

"You have anything to drink?" Legolas asks.

"Yeah. I have Kool-Aid, water, Gatorade, soda, milk, juice..."

"How about wine?" Legolas asks.

"No."

"Rum?" Will says hopefully.

"No."

"Beer?" Aragorn asks, exasperated.

"No."

"Do you have anything alcoholic?!" Paris asks.

"No." catching their near murderous looks, I explain. "I'm not old enough to by anything alcoholic. You have to have photo ID to prove that you are at least 21. I am 15."

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The next morning, Aragorn is passed out with from about the waist up hanging over the arm of one couch, Will is on the other end, one leg hanging down, the other leg on the top of the couch, arms spread-eagled, and his head lolled to one side. Legolas is face down under the coffee table, head to one side. Paris is on the other couch, the right two-thirds of his body hanging off the long side. Tris has her lower back resting on his stomach, legs on the top of the back of the couch, head and arms hanging down.

The first to wake up is Aragorn, who starts slipping forwards, head first, and doing a summersault as he lands.

"OW!" he sits up rubbing his head where he hit it on the floor. This wakes up Will and Legolas, who tries to lift his head, but hits it on the table.

"Awww..." He groans. Paris and Tris slip off the couch, Paris somehow ending up slightly on top of Tris.

"Oh, man..." She says, as Paris groans. "Get off." She says, shoving him off, and consequently into the coffee table.

"Ow..." He groans again.

"What did you give us last night?" Will wonders aloud. Tris grabs the bottle that is on the table, and looks at it, then tosses it aside.

"Apple juice."

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Totally lame-ass, but it wouldn't leave me alone, so shut up. Review, flame, praise, whatever. If you want to be a rabid fangirl and help burn/hurt Arwen and or Helen and or Elizabeth, tell me.