A Little More Love (Jordan Witzigreuter / The Ready Set)

Chapter 1 - The Ready Set

A/N: Sorry that the first few chapters are on the shorter side. They should get longer as the storyline progresses. Anyway this is my first time writing fanfiction in a long time so I hope you enjoy!

I woke up to a loud knock on my bedroom door, and my older brother and house mate Travis yelling.

"Baily wake up!"

"What, why?" I groaned as I rolled over to look at my alarm clock. "It's only 7:00 am."

"Cause my band is coming at 8:00 and I don't want you coming down in your pajamas and then freaking out at me for not telling you I was having people over," Travis explained walking into my room and tugging at the blanket I was hugging to my chest.

"Band?" I asked. Since when was Travis in a band? I mean he's been drumming since before I can remember but never in an actual band.

Travis nodded. "Yep, band."

I sat up and stretched, laughing "Would you like to explain Travy?" I asked, calling him by the nickname I'd been using since I first learned to talk.

"Sure," he chuckled. "My friend Jordan asked me to help him start a band. We're called The Ready Set; and yes we are an actual band, we've already written three songs and we're writing more today."

"We if they're coming at 8:00, they'll be here soon so leave so I can get dressed," I ushered him out of the room and began combing through my closet looking for something to wear.

I decided on a simple pair of black skinny jeans and a Third Eye Blind tshirt. It wasn't like I was trying to impress these guys anyway; they were just some dudes in my brothers band. I ran a brush through my hair and put on just enough makeup to give the illusion that I was actually awake and headed downstairs in search of breakfast.

As I was descending the stairs I heard the doorbell ring. "Hey guys come in," I heard Travis say. I headed for the front door so I could get a good look at the other members of 'The Ready Set.'

Travis turned to me and then back to the boy walking in the door. "Oh yeah, this is my sister. No flirting with her. Anyway you can just take the stuff downstairs."

I hit Travis lightly on the arm, "Oh shut up like I'd wanna hook up with your bandmates anyw..." but the last of my sentence got lost when a second boy walked through the door with a keyboard under his arm.

He looked up at me, brushing some brown hair out of his gorgeous blue eyes. "Hey," he said flashing me a killer smile. He turned to Travis "Where should I take this?"

"Downstairs," Travis pointed toward our basement and closed the door behind the third and final boy and turned to me "We'll be in the basement," he told me, turning to leave and following the other boys down the stairs.