Okay, I was listening to a song and thought of this fic. I decided on re-writing it. Okay, so the song is obviously called "Trying To Try," and it's by Boots Factor/Brian Factor. Look it up! ^_^ Enjoy! I changed barely anything from this chapter (Eli and Imogen are step-siblings, rather than half-siblings), but maybe I'll change more in later chapters.


Eli removed the pillow from his eyes. He had to have been mentally fighting with himself for at least a half an hour. He finally decided to get out of bed. He wouldn't get rid of his hangover by just lying in bed all day long.

He stood up, running a hand through his hair. His equilibrium was against him the moment he stood up, because he found himself sitting back down on the bed, his hands at his sides to steady himself. "How much did you drink?"

He received his answer when he threw up in his lap. He sighed. What else?

After changing into a clean pair of boxers, he walked into the kitchen. His phone rang, but when he stretched his hand out to get it, he spotted his worst nightmare: a silver band on his left ring finger. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Fuck." He let his head fall onto the counter. "I did something stupid."

Adam came into the room, but he could barely hear Eli, as the marble of the counter muffled his words. He sat down on one of the bar stools. "What did you do?"

"Shit." Eli jumped back from the island. "Adam?"

"Ssh." Adam pressed a hand to his ear. "I have a major hangover, and it's a bitch to treat."

He ignored Adam. "I got married last night."

"Married? To who?"

"I don't know." Eli shrugged. "Shit…Where are Drew and Dave?…Dammit….Imogen. I told my dad I would watch her."

"Just calm down. She's 22 years old. I'm sure that she's fine. It's Vegas, not Detroit. It's not like she's going to get mugged, shot, l—"

"Shut up. She's my baby sister. I just don't want anything to happen to her."

"Wow, Drew and I don't even feel that way about each other. But, hey, you guys have been family longer. I'll tell you, if it wasn't for our parents getting married, I'd probably hate him."

"Well, she's a girl. I know that she can take care of herself, but I still can't help but think of bad things. She could have been drunk and some guy could have had his way with her." He shook his head, the frightening thoughts sending chills through his body.

"Okay, the first thing we have to do is call one of them. Call Imogen first, while I call Drew." Adam suggested.

Eli nodded, and then dialed Imogen's number. "Come on, pick up. Pick up."

Hi, this is Imogen-

"Imogen, where are—"

I'm not here right now, but if you call back later I might be. Leave a message for me.

"Dammit." He ended the call and put his phone back on the counter.

"Any luck?" Adam came back into the room.

"Nope." Eli shook his head.

"Me either. I'm about to call Dave." Adam put his phone back up to his ear. "Dave, hi! Are you with Drew?…Where are you guys at?…What, how did you get there?"

"Where are they?"

Adam took the phone away from his ear. "Boulder."

"Utah?"

"No, Boulder City, Nevada."

"Oh, good. That's only like half an hour away, I think." Eli sighed. "Ask if Imogen is there?"

"Oh, is Imogen with you guys?" Adam asked. "No, okay. Well, can you try calling her? We tried, but she wouldn't answer.…Okay, we'll talk to you later. Bye."

"No luck?"

"Nope.…You know, maybe she went home."

"Really? You think she drove all the way back to Virginia?"

Adam bit his lip. "I guess not. She probably would have tried to find us first."

"Okay, so we're sure that she isn't in this hotel room. None of her stuff is here. Were Dave and Drew in a hotel?"

"Yeah. They don't remember checking in, and now that I think of it, I can't remember checking in here either. Maybe Imogen just found somewhere to stay like we did. But we should probably go check around outside of the hotel to see if she is anyway around here."

"Sounds good. Our first priority is finding her. The second is finding out who the hell I married."