(Song: This Afternoon, |Note: be warned|)
"Lookin' like another Bob Marley day.
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train and I'm down with hanging out this afternoon. We got weeds in the backyard four feet tall, Cheech and Chong probably would of smoked 'em all. So I'm out on the couch this afternoon. Beer bottles layin' on the kitchen floor, if we take 'em all back we can buy some more. So I doubt we'll go without this afternoon. You better hang on if your taggin' along. 'Cause we'll be doin' this 'till six in the mornin'. Nothin' wrong with goin' all night long. Just not tough to put the brakes on, doesn't matter when you'd rather get up, and go out. Me and all my friends. We drink up, we fall down and then we do it all again. Just sitting around, hangin' out this afternoon," I hear from my iPhone 6S.
Hey, Sis, my brother Chad Kroeger says.
"Hey, Chad," I say smiling as I flop down on the queen sized bed Steve and I share.
Hey, I just remembered that our tour has a stop in New York, Chad says.
"No frigging way! You and the guys are going to be here in New York for your tour," I scream, smiling like a coyote.
Yep, the guys and I will be in New York in a few days, Chad says.
My excitement dropped.
Mine and Steve's anniversary is in a few days.
"Hey, Chad, I'll have to get back to you on that, okay," I say, my voice cracking.
It's yours and Steve's anniversary isn't it. That's what's in a few days, Chad says.
"Yeah," I say, voice still cracking.
I'll inform the guys and we'll help you with it, or try to, Chad says, cheering me up a bit.
"Thanks, Big Bro," I tell him.
Welcome, Little Sis, Chad says, then we hang up.
I sighed as I held a pillow over my face and screamed as loudly as I could.
Steve came running in as soon heard me scream.
~Steve's POV~
As soon as I heard (N/N) scream I knew something was wrong. As I ran towards our room I heard (N/N) singing again.
"Lookin' like another Bob Marley day.
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train and I'm down with hanging out this afternoon. We got weeds in the backyard four feet tall, Cheech and Chong probably would of smoked 'em all. So I'm out on the couch this afternoon. Beer bottles layin' on the kitchen floor, if we take 'em all back we can buy some more. So I doubt we'll go without this afternoon. You better hang on if your taggin' along. 'Cause we'll be doin' this 'till six in the mornin'. Nothin' wrong with goin' all night long. Just not tough to put the brakes on, doesn't matter when you'd rather get up, and go out. Me and all my friends. We drink up, we fall down and then we do it all again. Just sitting around, hangin' out this afternoon," (Y/N) sings, half laughing.
She never laughs like that unless, oh crap, our anniversary is in a few days and she thinks I forgot!
I slowly open the door and I see her staring at a poster on the opposite wall.
"Hey, (N/N), what's wrong," I ask.
"Nothing, Steve," she says.
"(Y/N)," I whine.
"I'm serious, Steve, it's nothing," she says smiling.
"Then why where you singing and laughing," I ask.
"My brother's coming to town in a few days," she says.
"Who's your brother?".
"His name's Chad," (Y/N) says.
"How come I've never been able to meet him," I ask.
"He's been on the road," she says
"He's a trucker," I ask.
(Y/N) starts laughing like a hyena.
After she finishes laughing, Tony's standing at our apartment door.
"Did I hear that right? (Y/N)'s brother Chad is coming to town," he asks.
(Y/N) nods
Tony says,"I've got tickets for everyone to go see him and his band in a few days, but I got you and (Y/N) backstage passes.".
"Who's band," I ask.
"Nickelback," Tony says and (Y/N) covers her mouth.
"Th-thanks, T-Tony," she stutters.
"(Y/N)?".
"My brother is Chad as in Chad Kroeger lead singer of Nickelback,"
(Y/N) says.
Mine and Tony's jaws drop.
My (N/N) is related to a rockstar?
