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"I thought Rikki and Bee were meeting us at the bar." Ashley says.
Jill, Ash, Jamie, James, Bret, Bobby, and I all sit in a bar. My twin and her boyfriend have yet to show up.
"I thought so to." Bobby says. "At least that's what Rikki said at the studio."
"Yeah! 'Bee and I will meet you at the Whiskey at about nine'. That's what Rikki said." Bret says.
"Was Bee okay when you three say her?" I ask the girls.
"Yeah, she seemed okay." Jamie answers.
"Ash, I'm going to go see if they're alright. It's not like them just to not show up if they said they'd be here." I say as I stand up.
"I'll go with you." She stands up and follows me out towards my car.
We drive up to their house and get out. The driveway is empty but most of the time they keep their vehicles in the large garage. Their house is dark, I'm just praying that I don't walk in on Rockett doing the dirty with my baby sister.
We go up to the door and we don't bother knocking because none of us actually lock our doors. I grab the door nob and go to twist it open but it won't move. They locked the door? Ashley looks at me with quite a bit on confusion as she rings the doorbell.
We wait around for a good five minutes before I flip through my keys to find the key they game me in case of an emergency. I find the key and jam it in the lock.
The door opens to a very very dark house.
"Bee? Rikki?" Ashley calls.
"Bianca!" I yell.
Screw Rockett, at this point I'm worried about my baby sister.
We walk through the downstairs and we get to the kitchen. Pinned to the chrome fridge is a note with my sister's hand writing on it.
Guys don't worry,
We're safe we promise. We just decided to get away for the day. We'll be back tomorrow afternoon some time. Look if anything goes wrong here's the hotel we're staying at.
-Bee and Rikki
Bianca leaves the phone number of the hotel. Ashley takes the note from my hand and reads it over.
"Babe, this hotel is in Vegas." She says. "You don't think they're getting married, do you?"
"Let's call the hotel and find out." I say as I dial the number.
A woman answer the phone.
"Hello, I'm looking for a Bianca Johannesson and a Rikki Rockett." I say.
"Just a second." She says and I hear a keyboard tapping. "I only have a room for a Mr. and Mrs. Rockett. Is that who you're looking for?"
Mr. and Mrs. Rockett. Jesus Christ they're married!
"Oh no, I have the wrong number. I'm sorry." I say quickly and hang up the phone. I turn to Ashley. "We're going to Vegas."
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Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better
FanfictionBianca is a guitar play in New York, her twin brother is a guitar player in LA. After moving in with her brother to get away from her parents, she meet his band but recognizes them. What happens when the drummer is crushing on his guitarist's sister...
