Meet (Y/n) Price, the rebellious little sister of Stuart Price who is the exact opposite of himself, yet is very overprotective over her, since he raised her himself as a baby and acts as a father figure instead of an older brother.
Years later she...
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"I can't believe you dragged me into this,"
"Oh, come on (Y/n) I already cleared it with Doug and he really wants you to come along with the guys!" She said, causing me to sigh at my best friend begging me to join one of my best friends at his bachelor party.
"I don't know Trace, I don't wanna interfere. Plus it's a bachelor party, boys only," I gave her a look, raising my eyebrows.
"Please, you could never interfere. Doug cares for you like a little sister, you're a part of the group," she explained.
I sighed knowing she was right, remembering all the times from when we were younger, him and my brother were the mature ones out of the group, unlike me and Phil who were trouble makers growing up and enjoyed causing havoc and the most mischief especially around school, but he always looked out for us, including letting me tag along, which none of them ever had a problem with.
"Besides, you know what they're like around places with alcohol. It won't end well, and I need someone responsible to look out for them." She explained.
I raised an eyebrow amusingly. "Responsible? Are you forgetting who you're talking too?"
She rolled her eyes chucking a little. "You know what I mean, also I need someone to watch out for Alan."
"Yeah, I can help look out for the guys, but no offence sweetheart, but your brother creeps the shit out of me," I admitted.
Her eyes softened a little, but I could see a glint of amusement in her orbs. "Look I know he can be a little strange, but that's why it's better for you to tag along, so no one gets murdered."
I sighed. "I don't know Trace."
"Please," she begged, lips pouting slightly. "Pretty please with a cherry on top,"
"That shit ain't attractive," I pointed towards her face, sniggering.
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes. "Please."
Before I could answer she spoke up. "Plus Phil will be there," she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Phil and I were the closest out of the group, considering we could relate and have always clicked instantly. Even though we always enjoyed pulling pranks in school, and we both got the name 'Terror Twins' because we we're always causing chaos. Although as we got older, he became very attractive and was considered the popular hot boy at school, I also noticed a change in him, that he started treating me delicately, which I found strange, and he used to sneak into my bedroom window when I was having a rough day, which seemed to always make me feel better and could always put a smile on my face, even though I never told my brother about it, considering he'd freak out and overreact.
"Would it really kill you if I said no?" I asked humourlessly.
"Yes," she answered instantly causing me to snort a little, and I thought about it a bit more, before deciding.
"It's fine," I smiled a little, "just don't ask for anything else," I joked pointing at her, causing us to chuckle.
"Oh, god I better get my stuff ready." I groaned, rolling my eyes.
"Um- actually, I may have already packed your luggage for you," she smiled sheepishly causing me to playfully glare at her.
"You, knew I'd say yes, didn't ya, you little shit." I cursed making her chuckle.
"In my defence, you would be going anyway, cause I know for a fact, the guys would drag you with them, including Doug." She told me truthfully, making me snigger
"Yeah, that's true."
Before we could carry on we heard the sound of a horn honking outside was heard, Tracy rushed towards the window by the front door looking out of it.
"They're here," she smiled at me, as I grabbed my suitcase.
"Have fun." She hugged me tightly.
I scoffed a little. "Oh, yeah definitely. Babysitting a bunch of boys, who can't handle a drink by themselves and will probably get themselves killed."
"You'll be fine," she encouraged as we walked towards the front door.
"Oh, and I also put some of your favourite lace lingerie in the luggage, incase you or Phil, ever get busy," she smirked wiggling her eyebrows, causing me to choke on my breath a little, feeling my cheeks up.
"I hate you!" I call out jokingly.
"You love me really, and don't deny it!" She calls back. I chuckle shaking my head, waving as I walked towards a fancy convertible Mercedes-Benz that Doug was driving with Alan sat next to him.
"Hey (N/n)," Doug smiled at me.
"Hey, Doug." I greeted back.
"Damn!" I whistled looking at the car, making Doug chuckle.
"Nice ride, who'd you steal it from?" I questioned teasingly, placing my luggage in the trunk making him scoff.
"No one's, it's Sid's car, he's letting me borrow it for Vegas." He answered,
"You should know I could never afford a nice car like this." He joked, making us chuckle, as I glanced at Alan who I just noticed was staring at me very creepily.
"Hey (Y/n)," he greeted shyly blushing slightly whilst giving me a wave. Let's just say Tracy's brother Alan was a different story, and from what I've been told from Tracy and Doug apparently he has a tiny crush on me, which I'll admit is a bit creepy, especially with his weird gazes across hallways and his never ending stares, made me feel very uncomfortable.
"Hey, Alan," I gave him a polite smile. He quickly faced the front, and started giggling girlishly to himself, as me and Doug gave each other a weird look.
"Thanks for letting me tag along Doug," I told gratefully, knowing really this was only for the guys.
"Hey, it's no problem. Besides your one of us, and I know the guys are excited to see you, especially stewie." He told me.
"Speaking of my brother, how is he?" I asked in concern knowing of his relationship with the world biggest cunt named Melissa.
"He's fine, he'll be happy to see you though, he's missed you a lot," he smiled at me, causing me to smile thinking about my brother, who's been their for me all my life and was more of a dad, than our own.
"He doesn't know im coming?" I asked raising my eyebrows in suspicion.
