Boom Boom Room

The Red River Show

Johnny's POV

Ever since I yelled at Ronnie, she has refused to talk to me when we aren't on stage or at our merch table. She avoids me and puts earbuds on when it's my turn to drive. I've tried to get her to talk to me, but the guys purposefully distract me long enough to let Ronnie leave. I have never felt as horrible and guilty as I do now.

After parking at the venue in Oklahoma City, I decide to go live on Instagram. I need help from the fans about what I can do to make my sister talk to me again.

"Hey guys," I begin while standing by the backstage door, "I'm gonna show you a behind the scenes of Pop the Clutch's Andrew preparing for sound check." I make my way to Andrew sitting on his amp while tuning his acoustic guitar.

"What do you want," Andrew says not even looking up from his guitar.

"I don't want anything," I reply, "but I need your help."

"No. Go away." I walk away from Andrew and sit on the edge of the stage.

"This," I say to my phone, "is why nobody talks to Andrew. He's a dick. Now dear fans, since Andrew won't help me I need your help. As you all know Ronnie is my baby sister. And a few days ago I fucked up. I scared my baby sister and now she won't talk to me. And everybody else in the band makes it their mission to keep me away from my sister. For the older siblings out there, what should I do? I'm the only family Ronnie has left."

I flip the camera so the fans can see how empty and large the pit is. Slowly some fans send some messages about what to do. I flip the camera back and read some of the comments out loud.

"Here's a comment," I begin, " 'Apologize with chocolate and flowers.' First off, I'm her brother not her boyfriend. But I'll keep that in mind the next time I get a girlfriend. This one is great! 'Tell her you are a horrible brother and offer to drive or navigate for her.' That is actually a great idea! I'm stealing that idea and using it. I also feel like shit for not thinking of it sooner." I wave to the fans and end my live feed. Hopefully more fans will watch it and message me some more ideas. I stand up and rush off stage to find my sister.

Ronnie's POV

Even though the rest of the band has had some beef with Palaye Royale, I don't. After we park, I go to their bus and knock on the door. I did some research on them and it's good to know Johnny and I aren't the only siblings on this tour. A guy with a camera and glasses opens the door.

"Hey," I state a little shyly, "I'm Ronnie from Pop the Clutch. I was wondering if I could talk to Remington and Emerson."

"I think Emerson is still asleep," the guy states, "but Remington is awake." He opens the door for me and I follow him inside. "I'm Luis, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Luis. So I guess you're the man behind Royal Television?"

Luis simply nods in reply and points out which bunk is Remington's. I gently knock against the side of his bunk.

A shirtless Remington opens the curtain and looks at me with confusion. He scoots over in his bunk and I jump up and sit next to him.

"I'm surprise to see you here without your wig," Remington begins.

I quickly scratch the back of my neck and shrug. "I need your help," I state while looking down at my lap.

Remington shifts and puts a protective arm around my shoulders. "What's wrong?"

"It's my brother," I sigh and tilt my head against his chest, "he did something back in San Antonio. And I haven't been able to look him in the eye since."

"What did he do?" Remington's thumb slowly begins to draw small circles on my arm, which calms me enough to talk about Johnny.

"He yelled at me," I suck in a shakey breath and continue, "I've never seen him so mad before. I honestly thought he was gonna hit me." A few tears slide down my cheeks and Remington gently wipes them away.

"Sebastian and I get into alot of fights," he states, "but we're brothers living together who tour non-stop. The stress of touring gets to us sometimes and we just snap at each other. But we each have our escapes. Emerson has his art. Sebastian has his gin and Larissa. And I have the Office and song lyrics."

"Johnny and I argue sometimes," I reply, "but he's never yelled at me. I decided to sing a song for our meet-and-greet. The song means alot to my brother and I sang it without asking if he was okay with it. Later he yelled at me."

I let the tears fall as I remember what my brother did. Emory and I have gotten closer as a result, but I can't look my brother in the eye again without wanting to cry. Remington continues to rub small circles on my arm while wiping away every tear that falls down my cheek.

He gently lifts my face up by my chin and looks me in the eye. "Someone as beautiful and talented as you shouldn't be crying. I'll help you talk to your brother."

"Thank you, Remington." A small smile forms on my face. The next thing I know, Remington's soft lips have connected with mine. I softly kiss back but quickly pull away when I hear the click of a camera.

A quiet Luis quickly runs back to the front of the bus. A blush creeps its way onto my cheeks and I carefully jump out of Remington's bunk.

"Thanks again," I tell Remington with a hand still placed on his bunk.

"Anything for you beautiful," he replies while kissing my hand. My cheeks a deeper shade of pink while I make my way towards the front of the bus. Luis hides behind his laptop.

"Don't worry," I tell him, "I know it's a good picture." I smile sweetly at Luis and make my way off the bus and into the venue to start applying my makeup.

A/N: Another update!!! What do you guys think about this chapter? I don't have any siblings so it wasn't easy for me to write this chapter. As always, feedback is greatly apprecciated.