Long Distance Love (A Cody Simpson Fan-Fic) [Editing]

Long Distance Love - Ch 1

OK, first off. I DO NOT like Cody Simpson OR Justin Bieber. I actually HATE BOTH OF THEM! I though I'd just let y'all know before I started the story. I just got this idea when my friends seven year old sister and five year old brother made her go to a Justin Bieber concert, which is who I dedicate this to(:

ANYWAY - ENJOY! X

Chapter 1 ~  

I woke up to the screaming of my ten year old sister. Not frightened screaming though, happy screaming. I covered my ears with one of my pillows and silently screamed. I knew why she was screaming and I hated that reason.

 My bedroom door burst open and my sister, Brooklyn, came in singing Perfect by stupid Cody Simpson.

 "Shut up!" I moaned throwing the pillow at her.

 "Never!" She yelled, dodging the pillow and kept singing.

 "Brook!" I screamed over her and she fell silent. "You know I hate him." I scowled.

 "Well you're going to his concert. So, suck it!" She cackled and skipped out of my room. I groaned and slumped back down.

 Just nine months ago Brook found out Cody Simpson was touring Australia and she just had to go. Dad didn't want to go, of course, and he would get what he wants. Mum died nine years ago and my brother would never go to his concert.

 So that left me to go with her; and his concert is tomorrow. I grudgingly got out of bed and threw on an elmo jumper over my singlet. I searched through my draws and found a pair of denim shorts. I reluctantly walked out of my room. Brook whizzed past me and almost knocked me over.

 "Watch it, Nerd." I grumbled and made my way to the kitchen where my seventeen year old brother was eating cornflakes on the kitchen shelf. He was wearing a grey jumper and faded blue jeans.

 "Oi, I don't know how many times I've told you, eat that at the table, Clown." I punched his shoulder playfully. I was like the parent of the family. I cooked, cleaned up, took care of everyone; even my brother. My dadwas really around much usualy working. He's a lawyer so he's really busy, but rich so he spoils up to make up for it. Although nothing is better than to have parents.

 "Hey to you too, Sare." Clown chuckled.

 "Don't call me Sare." I glared at him and put some bread in the toaster.

 "Sure thing, Sare." He laughed loudly. Now you see why I call him Clown.

 "So, Artie what are you doing today?" I teased him.

 "Don't call me that." He mumbled and stood up.

 "It's your name though." I said innocently.

 "Sare is your name too!" He pulled my hair as he walked past me to the kitchen sink.

 "Hey!" I cried and then added, "No it's not. It's Sarah." I slapped Artie at the same time as my toast popped; making me I jump into him.

"You always get scared by that thing." He chuckled and pushed me back.

I ignored him and started to butter the toast. "Why can't you take Brook?" I asked taking a bite of my toast. The butter melted on my tongue, making me smile. I loved putting a lot of butter on my toast even though it's not very healthy.

 "Duh!" He said matter-of-factly. "I'm a boy!"

 "So? No one can tell the difference." I chuckled.