Musicians x2 (editing)

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"Some people think it is romantic to stand outside of your window at freaking 5AM, throwing stones at your window to wake you up and then sing you a song. My advice? Do not hesitate to send a bucket of ice water down at them. Who cares if that person happens to be my amazingly awesome boyfriend? Who cares if it was for youtube? Who cares if he happened to think it was a sweet gesture? I need my sleep! And that is the end of the matter." Audrey Collins smirked into the vlogging camera that she held at arm's length. She leaned out of the window and turned it to face the reason for her being awake so early that it was still dark outside.

"I'm not too happy about that," Samuel Hicks folded his arms angrily, in a perfect shot for the camera. His dark skin glistened with drops of water in the light from Audrey's bedroom window.

"Of course you're not happy!" Audrey chuckled down at him from her bedroom. Because they lived on a hill, the house was slightly unbalanced. Her room was on the ground floor, but she had to go down stairs to get to the sitting room and kitchen, where the front door was. Her window was close enough to the ground that you could jump out of it safely and yet it still gave her the perfect view of her boyfriend's wet head. "I didn't expect you to be ecstatic that you are freezing cold and soaked through at five in the morning. And yet, for some delusional reason, you thought I would be ecstatic that you woke me up by throwing rocks at my window at five in the morning."

"Sometimes you're impossible, Dree!" He yelled, shaking his head like a wet dog.

"You, my friend, are lucky that the camera your parents got you for your birthday is waterproof," she laughed at the sight in front of her.

"Yeah, you want all our YouTube subscribers to know what kind of girlfriend you are?"

"Quite the contrary, Sammy," She said in what she thought was a posh voice, just to annoy him. She as enjoying this a lot more than she should. "I want them to see what ridiculous things you come up with. Now do remember, life isn't a movie!"

He glared up at her and acted disinterested as he replied, "yeah, whatever."

As much as she wanted this moment to last, she did feel a little bad. "Alright, go to the front door I'll let you in." She dashed to the bathroom to grab a towel, the camera still focused on her. Once she'd gotten a dry one, she ran to the kitchen door which she opened to find Sam shivering in his white polo shirt and panda-bear pyjama bottoms which she had bought him for his birthday.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, wet Sam Hicks," she announced into the camera before turning it to face Sam.

He grabbed the towel from her outstretched hand. "Thank you," he mumbled, walking in.

"I'll put the kettle on," she closed the door and switched her camera off. "Coffee, tea or hot chocolate?"

"Well," Sam was clearly still in a bad mood. "Apparently being splashed with ice cold water at 5AM does quite a job of waking you up. So I think I'll skip the extra caffeine."

"Okay, that rules out coffee."

"And since you think I need some sweetening up, I'll go for hot chocolate." He was standing next to the radiator, no surprise there, still trying to dry himself with the towel.

Audrey headed towards the cupboard that they kept all their hot drink powders and teabags. "Stop being so bitter, Sammy."

"Could you put the camera down?!"

She couldn't help but laugh at his voice. She pointed it at him, pretending it was still on and recording. "A little mad that the whole world is going to see you at your worst?"

"Audrey." His voice had a warning tone to it.

"Okay, okay, sorry." She placed the camera down, and brought out the hot chocolate mix.

Soon all that could be heard was the loud kettle boiling the water. Audrey didn't know what to say until suddenly she heard a strange noise behind her. She turned and studied Sam. "Are you laughing?!"

"Yeah," he choked out between laughs. The laughter sounded strange at first because he had muffled it with the towel, but now he was really letting it out. "You are so awesome, Audrey Collins, you know that?"

"I-" she stopped and stared at him. That was not what she'd expected him to say. "What?"

"It's just one of the things I love about you."

"What is going on here?!" Both teenagers turned in the direction the voice had come from, and of course it belonged to none other than Audrey's father. He was in his morning gown and looked strange without his glasses propped on his nose as always.

"Morning, Mr Collins," Sam greeted with a smile.

"Hey, dad, hot chocolate?" Audrey offered.

He took a seat. "Since I'm awake I'll have one. While you explain why Samuel is in our kitchen, why he is soaking wet, why you're both awake and why you're making hot chocolate. At FIVE in the morning."

"Chill, dad," Audrey laughed at her father's firm tone and pointed at the camera. "It's for YouTube."

"You kids and your YouTube," he shook his head, coming up to Audrey. "Go get Samuel some of Lewis' clothes so he can put those wet ones to dry. I'll make the hot chocolate."

"Okay!" She chirped and bounded up the stairs, heading for her twin brother's room.

When Audrey came back down she was accompanied by a tired-looking Lewis who had been woken up by her clumsily bumping into his bed. When she mentioned hot chocolate he insisted on tagging along.

She handed Sam the clothes and he rushed upstairs to change, his hot chocolate with him. Her father jokingly warned her to be 'a good girl' and she rolled her eyes, promising she would, before leaving him with Lewis so she could hang out in her room. When she got there, she looked in her huge mirror. Her wild afro hair stuck out in all directions except down. Her dark skin looked

she flopped onto the bed and sighed happily.

"You know, it's a good thing my dad was the one who set us up or we wouldn't get away with half of the things we do," Audrey said, knowing Sam could hear her from her bathroom, which he was in.

"Yup," he answered loudly. "You do remember what today is?"

Audrey gulped, feeling as if an anchor had been dropped from her heart because it stopped beating and sunk like the titanic. Of course she remembered what today was. What she had been hoping was that he was the one to forget.

But clearly that isn't the case. How fortunate.

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Dedication goes to someone who really deserves it because she helped me fix shaky areas ofthis chapter and make it more finished. She gave me THREE critiques and I seriously appreciated it!