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A/N: hi im back with another update and theres a bit of fluff and a bit of smut i love it so much

also im gonna be editing the other chapters to make them fit more, bc i started this in 2013 and my writing has gotten so much better

THIS CHAPTER WILL INVOLVE DRUG/ALCOHOL USE AND SEXUAL SITUATIONS

PSA: NON-SOBER CONSENT IS NOT CONSENT!!! IN NO WAY AM I CONDONING THAT IT'S JUST FOR THE STORY! I REPEAT NON-SOBER CONSENT IS NOT CONSENT!!!

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Breathe, Lacy.

My hands were shaking like crazy.

Michael laughed, sliding into the passenger side, "I'm terrified too, Lacy."

I slid into the drivers seat, buckling up and starting the car, "Mikey, I can't believe we made it."

"Remember when we were six, we performed in our schools talent show and mom goes,

'You guys are gonna be rock stars, I know it.'" We said at the same time, and laughed.

"I never thought we'd actually do it." I shook my head, pulling out of the drive.

"I knew you would." Michael whispered, so low, I almost didn't hear him.

"What? Why?"

He shifted, clearly uncomfortable I heard him, "Look at you. You took over the music department in school. You are star of the football team. You can play seven instruments. You can sing. You started that YouTube channel. You can write beautiful songs. You have the whole school drooling over you. Everyone loves you."

My heart fell, "Mike..."

"Don't feed me bullshit, Lacy, and don't put yourself down. You're my amazing and beautiful twin sister. While you may steal the limelight from time to time, you started this band. You gave us one foot in the golden life, and we might still have one foot in the gutter, but we're all there together. It's fucking amazing."

(a/n: i couldnt resist im sorry its my fav song but aW MICHAEL)

I looked over at him, smiling, tears prickling my eyes, "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else with anyone else, Mikey."

"Alright, now let's rock the fuck outta this rehearsal." Michael laughed.

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Easy rehearsal my fucking ass.

I'm sweating up a fucking storm, Michael has downed at least 20 water bottles, Nate and Drew are so tired, and we're only half way through.

"Okay, why don't you guys take a break, get some food, and I Prevail can take the stage." Aaron laughed as Nate's stomach growled super loud.

"Thank god." Nate said, practically running to the food.

The three of us laughed, following him.

"You guys ready for the party tonight?" Drew asked before biting into his sandwich.

We all nodded our heads in agreement.

"Hey," Nate piped up, "Should we invite the guys?" Referring to I Prevail.

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