Chapter 15: Brotherly Love
Via's POV
"....on a boulevard of broken dreams." Austin drove while Dustin was doing something with his head, as if imitating a rock star. Head banging, I think? I don't even know.
Both of them were jamming to Green Day. What else is new?
"Hey, little sissy." Dustin called from the front.
"What, Dust?" I called back.
"About that guy, the guy with the dark hair and olive skin. What's his name, Rance, Greyson, no wait... Martin?" Dustin started to ponder.
Wanting this guessing game to end, I replied 'cause I know whom he was talking about, perfectly.
"You mean Lance." I flinched.
"Yeah, that dude." He responded.
"Bro, what the hell? Rance? Greyson? Martin?" Austin interrupted and began to laugh, and I couldn't help but giggle along.
"I'm not good with names." Dustin protested, defensively.
'Typical, that's a Stellars' thing. Even I'm horrible at names.'
"Yeah, given, you're a Stellar. Nevertheless, you gave us random names. Rance is somehow forgivable, but c'mon! Greyson? Martin?" Austin continued to laugh, and from what I saw in the rearview mirror, Dustin was embarrassed.
I stand corrected. He was mortified.
"Yeah, how did you come up with Greyson and Martin?" I joined in, questioning Dust.
"I don't know. I guess the Greyson came from Greyson Chance. His surname totally sounds like Lance. Lance and Chance! Same thing." He said, running his fingers through his hair.
"Gay!" Austin and I said at the exact same time. Best jinx ever.
I was LMAO by this point, and Aussie wasn't managing to control his urge, either.
"Stop laughing. I'm not gay!"
"You sure sound like one, though." I muttered, but purposely made it loud enough for the two to hear. Austin was laughing while hitting the stirring wheel of the car.
"Shut up." Dustin bit back.
"Only if you tell us how you came up with Martin." Austin suggested, and I thought it was a pretty smart move.
"No, ugh... it's... it's stupid! Forget it. You Via, shut up. And you Aussie, drive." He commanded.
"It doesn't work that way, Dust. We're in control this time and around. Ain't that correct, little sissy?" Austin retaliated. He smirked, and I made sure to smirk, too.
So now, the nicknames are officially in use. I'm 'little sissy', Austin is 'Aussie' and Dustin is 'Dust'.
"Precisely."
"No." Dustin repeated.
"Now!" Austin ordered.
"Spill it! Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!Spill it!" Austin and I chanted frantically.
After non-stop minutes (which seemed like years) of pestering him to tell us, he finally sighed, and gave up.
"I surrender!" He shrieked, like a girl. "Just promise to shut up." He told us.
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