How do I tell the guy I like that I'm not homeless, just a dumbass?

Wren:

Help! I accidentally got kidnapped by a hot rock star who thinks he's doing the right thing by housing and feeding me. He thinks I'm homeless because my absent manager is the one who remembers petty details like my home address, and my broken phone is the one who knows the numbers of anyone who can prove I am who I say I am. What do I do?

Bael:

Help! My impulse control issues made me kidnap an adorable homeless guy who's too proud to accept my help. He keeps trying to get away, but I'm pretty sure he'll starve to death if I let him go. He's tiny, so I don't think he'll take up too much space on the tour bus. I just need to convince him to stay. What do I do?

Cym:

Freak. Disaster. Mistake. Cym had heard it all.

His magical family wasn't content to lock him away ‘for the greater good' anymore. No. Now they wanted him dead.

Protection? What was that? Cym had never known anyone who wanted to keep him safe. Either he relied on himself or he was toast. So when he landed in the lap of an assassin, Cym thought his luck was up. Little did he know his story was only beginning.

Fourteen:

No morals and a quick mind. How many times had Fourteen heard himself described that way? Usually right before getting sent on a mission they'd have to delete from his mind once he completed it.

But The Company would never be able to make him forget the terrified young man who landed in his lap during a firefight. Not when his touch made the icy cage of Fourteen's conditioning burn away.