It was 5:50 and I had told Cooper that I would be at the Hockey House at 6:00. I grabbed my bag that held my laptop, my phone, and my keys off of the counter and I made my way out of the apartment.

Cooper had sent me the location of the Hockey House and I used the Maps app on my phone to get there. I followed the instructions and I ended seven minutes later in front of a large sorority looking house. I had walked the entire way. I know that I had brought my keys, but that was mainly for the pepper spray and the alarm connected to it. It had a dark wood door and a path leading to the front. It was so much more than my apartment that I almost felt intimidated when I knocked on the front door.

I heard footsteps from inside and the door swung open. I recognized the guy who opened the door as Danny Fisher. I recognized him because he and I had taken some of the same classes during our freshman year. He was nice, but I barely knew him.All I knew was that he was on the hockey team and that he was pre-med.

"Hey," he said as he opened the door. "Lili, right?"

"Yeah," I said. "And you're Danny."

"Yep," he smiled. Upon further inspection I noticed that he had a stain on his left shoulder from something white. He had bags under his eyes and he looked tired. "Can I help you Lili?"

"I'm here for Cooper," I said. Danny closed his eyes and sighed. Then I realized what that sounded like and I rushed to say, "we were supposed to write something together for English class.

He smiled at me and opened the door wider for me to come in, "I'll get him if you can just wait a second."

"Of course," I said as I stepped inside. I waited awkwardly near the door as Danny closed it and walked past me and towards a staircase. I expected him to walk up the stairs. Instead he leaned his head back and shouted. "COOP! GET YOUR DAIRIER DOWN HERE!"

I hadn't heard anyone use the word dairier since I was in kindergarten. There were adult men who lived here, and they were using that word. It registered in my brain as bizarre, but I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"LEAVE IT UPSTAIRS WE HAVE A GUEST!" Danny shouted again.

Leave what upstairs? If Danny noticed my confusion, he didn't comment on it. Instead he offered me half of a smile.

"THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN HELPFUL INFO A SECOND AGO!" Cooper said exasperatedly. I heard his footsteps climb back up the stairs and moments later I heard the footsteps descend the stairs once again.

"Who is it?" Cooper asked Danny as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Lili," Danny answered. Danny nodded toward where I was standing and Cooper's head snapped to me.

"Hey," he said. He checked his phone, "You're... on time."

"I don't like being late," I told him with an honest shrug.

"Okay," he said, cheerfully. He skipped over to me happily. "Oh, and Danny," Cooper said as he turned around with a small wince. "I left... it... alone upstairs."

"WhAt!?" Danny blanched. He barely spared us a second look as he bolted up the stairs, nearly tripping over himself to get to whatever it was.

"Shall we get started?" Cooper asked me.

"Sure," I said. I followed him into their kitchen. It looked a little bit cluttered, but I was honestly surprised that it looked used. If I had learned anything from my brothers it's that men can't cook for shit.

"Can I get you anything?" Cooper asked. "A water? a coke?" he asked.

"I'm okay," I said. I slid into a seat at the kitchen table. I took out my laptop and started to boot it up.

"Suit yourself," he shrugged. He grabbed himself a coke and took a seat next to me at the kitchen table.

He grabbed a random piece of paper from a messy stack of notes and textbooks. I grabbed a pen from beside it and clicked it so that the ink was accessible.

"Do you want to start or should I?" he asked.

I had already started my research on Cooper. His name was Cooper Jacob Johnson. When he was 21, he was a goalie for the Yale Bulldogs hockey team. He was raised by two dads and he had an older sister who went to Princeton which caused family disputes publicly on twitter. Cooper was known as a fuck boy around campus, but he seemed nice to me. He roomed with the other two seniors on the hockey team. They were the only seniors and thereby they got to have the house all to themselves. The three of them seemed inseparable. I could barely find anything on the internet about one of them and not the others. Cooper Johnson, Danny Fisher, and Josh Miller. That was all with a basic google search. I already had a page and a half of writing on him, just bullet points and other basic facts about him to add to my paper.

"You can start," I said, with a little smile.

"Okay," he agreed. "So, what's your full name?"

"Lilianna Daweson," I told him.

"That's pretty," he said.

"Thanks," I said with a smile.

He looks up and sighs quickly. It seems like he has to think of the next question. I had already come prepared with a list of questions. "Do you have any siblings?"

"I have two brothers," I told him.

"Older or younger?" he asked.

"Both older," I told him.

"Their names?" he asked.

I hated that question. It was inevitable, somebody always asked it, but this is where I always turned into their baby sister. I sighed, mentally preparing myself. "Noah and Alex."

"Like Noah Dawson, the Cowboys QB?" he asked jokingly. His eyes returned to his paper as he jotted down the names.

I laughed weakly.

Yes. I was in fact Noah Dawson's younger sister. Nationally renowned football player. He was the pride and joy of our small town in Texas. He was in newspapers and on tv. I loved him and he was a great older brother, but when people found out that I was related to him, they wanted things from me, from him. Football tickets, money, or just to get 15 seconds of fame. Noah was possibly the best guy that I know. He had a lot of meaningless sex. He never told me that because he tried to keep me sheltered like any over protective older brother would. I found out from the tabloids and from Cami who found joy in embarrassing me by talking about my brother. He was the most classic country boy you could ever think of. He didn't even finish college before he was drafted first pick into the NFL.

It wasn't nearly as bad as when they found out that I was related to Alexander Dawson. Alexander was a comedian. It wasn't glamorous, not at first. He used to do stand up in dive bars that wouldn't let a twelve year old in. It makes sense, but at the time I was beyond frustrated. That was, until he met Jessie. Jessie McRoy was an ultra famed country singer, as big as Blake Shelton and Kelly Clarkson. They fell in love and got married two years later. They started posting about each other on social media and the press took an obsession with their relationship. Both skyrocketed to the top. All of Alex's shows were sold out as were Jessie's. I loved Alex and Jessie was the sweetest, but there was one thing that I was more uncomfortable with the fact that Noah and I were featured in his set. Stories of our childhood and even more recently were often used without my permission and Noah and my gifts to Alex were contracts saying that we wouldn't sue Alex for another year.

So, yeah. Famous brothers came with a lot of pressure. Never pressure from them, or from my dad. They were always super supportive and they never wanted anything but for me to be happy. It was self-inflicted pressure. My brothers were older than I was by four and six years. Neither one of them had chosen particularly lucrative careers, but both were currently making a fortune. I had also not chosen a particularly lucrative career either, being a novelist did not usually make a lot of money, but if I could do well then I could make a lot of it. So the pressure to do well was astounding.

Cooper snapped me out of my thoughts, "So, are you a senior?"

"Yes," I agreed.

"Your major?" he inquired.

"English," I said. "Minoring in Spanish."

"Cool," he said. He jots a few things down.

"What is your deepest fear?" he asked me.

I blinked. I was shocked by the sudden turn from easy questions to deep ones. "Um," I stalled.

"You don't have to answer that," a deep voice said from behind us. I turned around and I saw Josh.

He was exactly as I had remembered him from the day before. He was wearing a tight athletic top that showed off his muscles nicely. His skin was tan and his hair was attractively messy.

"Yes she does," Cooper insisted. "How else am I supposed to write a paper about her if I don't know everything about her?" he asked.

Josh finally glanced right at me. Some sort of recognition flashed in his eyes. "Grocery store girl," he said as he pointed at me.

"Lili," I corrected.

He hummed in recognition. "Good luck," he shrugged.

He was directing it at me and not Cooper who answered with a tasteful, "fuck you man."

"Ah," Josh tutted shortly. "It is home."

Cooper squinted and gave Josh both of his middle fingers as he walked out of the room.

"Sorry about that asshole," Cooper apologized.

"ASH-HOLE!" Danny shouted from another room.

"SHUT THE H-E-DOUBLE-HOCKEY-STICKS UP!" Cooper yelled back.

The cursing in this house was incredibly censored. Even I didn't hold back like these guys did.

"Sorry about that," Cooper said.

"Don't worry about it," I said