It's 4:30 in the morning and for some stupid reason I am wide awake. I have been laying in bed for over an hour staring at the ceiling just wanting to go to sleep. After another fifteen minutes I gave up and got out of bed. Deciding on walking it out I grabbed everything and got ready to leave. I walked a couple miles and ended up at one of the parks in the area. As I was running along the forest path a person jumped out towards me with a baseball bat at the ready to swing.

I dove to the side as he swung and landed hard on the ground. I managed to stand before my legs were hit out from under me and a pressure was applied to my lower-back. As I struggled to get away a rag was shoved against my face. At this point I was panicking and struggling as my eyes started to droop. The last thing I remember was a crappy giggle and a quiet "Nighty-night."

My head was throbbing and the light in the room was way to bright. My first thought was that I was never drinking again, the second thought was shit. I had finally realized I was tied down to a chair in the middle of a padded room. I started to panic but after an hour I became bored.

Eventually the door opened and in walked a tall male with black hair and blue eyes. He simply smiled at me and walked over with a bottle of water in his hand. I watched as he twisted off the cap and held it to my lips. I was hesitant to drink at first but eventually I drank it. He walked back out without saying a single word.

I was once again left bored in the padded room.

I eventually started to yell out for him to come back and answer some questions. After 20 minutes of yelling out a different person walked in. The bloke was also tall and had a fiery red hair and a glorious beard.

"Can you please stop yelling? It is so annoying."

Before I had the chance to reply he was walking away, stringing together profanities on his way out. I looked out the door into the seemingly normal looking house as the blue eyed male walked into the hall.

He locked eyes with me and started walking towards me. "Finally. I have been calling for you for ages." He grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it closed.

"Hey, don't leave please I just want some answers. Hey seriously I can be more annoying if that will get me answers." The shut with a quiet click and I was once again left alone, so I did the only thing I could think of to get their attention again, I became extremely annoying.

"FIVE LITTLE DUCKS WENT OUT ONE DAY OVER THE HILL AND FAR AWAY, MOTHER DUCK SAID QUACK QUACK QUAC-" The door opened and blue eyes walked in with a sock and shoved it in my mouth before walking back out and slamming the door shut.

I pushed the sock out with my tongue before cough and spluttering at the taste of it.

"DID YOU HAVE TO USE A DIRTY SOCK, THAT'S DISGUSTING!!!" I waited another five minutes and nothing happened. I was once again bored after another five minutes, so I started to fiddle around with the ropes biding me until they were loose enough to get out of.

I finally got them off and stood up, opening the door and walking through the house. I eventually found the kitchen and straight away washed out my mouth with some water. I still couldn't get the taste of dirty socks out of my mouth so I started looking through the pantry. I found some chips and decided they would do so I went and found beard dude sitting in the living room watching Criminal Minds. It was a new episode so I naturally went and sat down next to him.

About 5 minutes in I offered the bag to him. He turned to look at me and jumped a mile high.

"How in the unholy hell did you get in here!?! FUCK, DELIRIOUS GET THE FUCK IN HERE NOW!!!"

I just casually looked up at him and faked an offended look. "Fine don't have any chips, I just thought I would be nice and offer."

I looked towards a confused blue eyes. He walked over to me and me being the smart ass I am I casually offered him the bag of chips. He snatched it from my hands and shoved it into beard guys chest. Reaching out and grabbing my hair he pulled me from the couch and dragged me back to the padded room and pushed me into the chair.

"Stay." I watched as he walked out once again and closed the door. I sat there for a bit before the door opened again and he walked back in with a black bag. He shoved the bag over my head and pulled me out of the seat.

We walked out of the house and I was shoved into the back of a car and buckled in. both front doors opened and they both got into the car. One of them started to drive and after a while I took the bag off to see we were in the forest some-where.

"What is your name?" I looked to beard guy shocked at the personal question. "My name is Evan. What's yours?"

He looked towards blue eyes before he looked back to me. "My name is Luke and this is Jonathan."

"You actually gave me your names. You must be some of the worst kidnappers I have ever met."

I received an offended look and a raised eyebrow. "How are we the worst kidnappers. We managed to get you to our place."

"Okay I will give you credit for that but to be fair I was on the forest path at ungodly hours of the morning so to be honest that was my bad. But I managed to escape the horrid dirty sock you shoved into my mouth, which is disgusting BTW. I escaped the ropes, walked around the house and sat with you for like five minutes before I noticed me."

I laughed at the realization on their faces. We eventually got out of the trees and on to actual streets in my town. We sat in silence for a bit until we pulled up t the park I was taken from.

"Okay this is your stop get out of the car and never talk about this again. Please."

"Could you at least take me to my house I don't want to walk I want to go to bed." I watched him with puppy eyes before he pulled back out onto the street.

"Okay where do you live?" I smiled and told him my address before I grabbed his phone and asked for the code. He looked at me skeptically before telling me. I placed my contact details in  his phone and sent myself a message. I handed the phone to him and said goodbye. I stepped out of the car and walked up to the door of my house. Before I had the opportunity to open it my brother, Tyler, did and engulfed me into a hug.

He let go of me and stared at the car that held my two kidnappers as it drove away. I turned and sheepishly smiled at him before darting past him into thee house as he chased me yelling and screaming about how worried he was.

After a few weeks I became friends with Luke and Jonathan, talking to them nearly everyday and we always hung out.

After a couple of years we were all sitting around with our friends and the question was asked.