Pieces || c.t.h.

Six || (With This London Crowd, It's Either) Rock or Bust

Previously on Pieces

When the contents of the thing fell into my palm, I almost went into shock. The fvcker actually went and got me Soundcheck tickets for 5SOS in London.

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Six || (With This London Crowd, It's Either) Rock or Bust

"Oh my God!" I launched myself into my brother's arms. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"If this is the reaction I get every time I get you concert tickets," He hugged me back, chuckling at my reaction. "I should buy them for you more often."

"Seriously, Brett. Thank you," I grinned up at him. He wasn't supportive of the fangirl lifestyle like the rest of my family so him actually getting me tickets was a big surprise indeed. "I didn't think you'd fall for that."

"Oh, you were just kidding?"

"No!" I clutched the envelope closer to my chest, afraid he'd take them back. "I only mean I didn't think you'd take me seriously. And they're Soundcheck for the first day, too. How'd you manage that? The only tickets left are General Admission, waaaaay in the back."

"I have my ways," he shrugged. "You ask, I deliver."

"Tickets back home to the Philippines?"

"You agreed to stay at least a few months, B," he frowned at me this time. "Don't let mum or dad down."

"Worth a try," I laughed. "Besides, I can afford my own damn ticket if I wanted to.""

"Of course you do. You're a trust fund baby just like me."

We both grimaced at the thought, hating the label we knew were put on us. Other people thought we were lucky to not have to work if we wanted to, given that we already had trust funds waiting for us the moment we turned 21. They think all we do is party and spend money. But they didn't even try to understand the pressure having to live up to the people who gave us the trust in the first place. Having surgeons for parents wasn't the easiest of childhoods. One or both of us were expected to follow in their footsteps. And since Brett went into law, all eyes were on me. It didn't help that I took a medically related Undergrad course at Uni. Now my entire family expects me to follow it up with Medicine, and eventually Surgery.

"Happy thoughts, B. You'll figure it out eventually."

Brett took my by the shoulders and marched me back into the house. Andrew had my already packed backpack and handed it to Brett when we came inside. The pair of us headed to the sitting room to say goodbye to our grandparents and promising to come back very soon. I repeat, if it wasn't for Gramps, I'd never come back to Oxfordshire.

Brett dropped Dad off at the hospital he drove me back to Kensington.

"Dad will probably be at the hospital all night," he pulled into the curb near the building's front entrance. "But I'll be here for supper. In or out?"

"Order something in," I stepped out of the car, waving at Uncle George who had pulled the doors open for me. "I'm too tired to deal with social sh!t."