Ultimate Game Changer *SAMPLE*

.One.

Emerson

"Holy shit!" my brother Cade exclaims; his hand reflexively flies up to cover his mouth.

"What?" I ask, shifting my attention from the screen of my phone to him. His eyes dart back and forth from the screen of his own phone to me.

"The Deafening Silence is going on tour with Glass Houses, Tanks, and A Night to Remember on the Collateral Tour."

"Oh my God!" I jump off the couch and tackle him. For as long as I can remember, music has been Cade's life. At least ever since that night when we were twelve. I don't like to talk about that night, they aren't good memories for either of us.

I begin tearing up and Cade pulls back like I'm poison oak. "Are you crying?" His hands immediately begin roaming my face protectively.

I swat his hands away and rub the tears from my eyes. "It's nothing."

"Bullshit!" he bellows. "Did somebody hurt you?"

"Cade," I say, hoping he'll drop it.

"No," he pushes back. "I want to know why on one of the best days of my fucking life, you're upset?"

"God, you're such a fucking asshole, you know that?" I shake my head, not even surprised. I spin on my heel and head back to the couch, plopping back into the cushions.

"What?" he asks, clueless.

"What?" I hear Braxton's deep voice behind me and then suddenly I'm being suffocated with a pillow.

"Braxton!" I cry out, fighting the soft pillow in front of my face.

He is laughing heartily as he drops the pillow, plops down beside me, and ruffles my hair like I'm some kid.

"We got the tour, man!" Cade exclaims excited.

Braxton exchanges glances with both of us before breaking into a smile and then throwing his arm around my neck and putting me in a headlock.

Grade A Braxton. He's got the looks of a sex God—over six feet tall, brown hair, brown eyes, and hard rock abs. He's been my brother's best friend and sidekick since they met when we moved to Camden. Unfortunately for me, that means I'm his number one target. It's like he thrives off making me suffer.

"Well shit, I need to pack!" Cade hurriedly leaves the room, headed for his own.

"You can let go now, Brax," I say, still stuck underneath his armpit. Maybe some girls like this. I'm not one of them.

Braxton chuckles and then releases me. "Come on, we need to get packing." He hops up and then extends his hand out to me. What a freaking gentleman.

"I think you mean you need to go pack. I need to meet Breigh for sangria." I start to make my way past him when Braxton grabs my arm stopping me.

"What are you talking about? You're coming with us on the tour, right?" His eyes are a little manic, and suddenly his grip around my arm becomes uncomfortable. I pull my arm away, immediately protecting it with the other.

"What's your deal, Brax? I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself." He's acting so strange, and I don't know why. I've been looking forward to some alone time; now that we're older Mischa is never home.

"Cade!" Braxton shouts.

"Oh my God, Braxton, really?" I pout. I have no idea what his deal is, but it is pissing me off.

"What?" Cade answers from upstairs.

"Yo, come here for a sec," Braxton orders him. He's down the stairs not a minute later.