What Happens in Vancouver...

Chapter 1: Wanted Dead or Alive

'Cause I'm a cowboy
On a steel horse, I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive

New Jersey, July 1986

You dropped your suitcase on the floor and breathed.

Home sweet home. 

"I'm here!"

You frowned and pricked up your ears. No noise. A bit weird, since it was Saturday 3pm. "Mom? Dad?" You walked down the hall and headed towards the kitchen.

On the counter, a white paper attracted your attention, tucked below a plate with two cookies on it. You smiled and grabbed the sheet.

y/n,

We're gone for the weekend,

we couldn't make it otherwise. We'll be there by

Sunday evening. Love you and we can't

wait to finally see you!

Mom and Dad

PS: take care of your brother

You smiled. It has always made you laugh how your parents always asked you to take care of your three-years-older-than-you brother.

You grabbed the two cookies and bit in one as you came out of the kitchen, taking your suitcase while passing. You climbed the stairs without paying attention to the wood's noises more than that and opened the first room to your left.

You emptied the content of your suitcase on your bed and put it near the stairs as you went out. You planted yourself in front of the room next to yours and took a deep breath. Let's fun begin.

You put the cookies in the back pocket of your jeans and raised your fists at the level of your head. All at once, you started tapping several times in a row quickly on the door, to make as much noise as possible. After doing it for some seconds, you violently opened the door and shouted: "Get up you lazy ass!"

Despite the advanced hour, the room was in complete darkness, the curtains still closed. You crossed the room in three steps to open them: the bright outside light of July flooded the little room, enlightening the walls full of posters of rockstars and models.

Your eyes shifted to the bed, where movements could be guessed under the sheets. "Richie, it's 3pm, just- Oh."

You put your hand on your mouth as you saw a blond-headed girl emerge from the bedsheets. You huffed. For that either, nothing had changed.

The girl sat straight and put the sheets in front of her bare form; her change of position made your brother appear at her side. "Who are you?"

You raised your eyebrows. "Who are you? It's my house here."

As you spoke, Richie went on his elbow in a sudden movement and opened wide eyes: "y/n, for god's sake, it's you!" He turned to the girl and tapped her arm: "Hey, it's my little sister!"

You put your hands on your hips: "Rich, it's been three years that you didn't see me and that's how you greet me?"

He smiled and pushed the girl to the side to pass as he got up – making the girl wear a very upset face. Your hand flew on your eyes: "Fuck Rich- You're naked-"

It didn't prevent him to grab you in his arms though, and you let out shouts between disgust and happiness. He started to kiss your temples and cheeks: "Isn't it my little sister who spent three years under the hot sun of California?"

You shrugged and tried to escape his naked grip. "Your little sister who studied hard under the hot sun of California, yeah."

From the corner of your eyes, you saw the girl look for her clothes and said: "Well, I let you..." You made gestures with your hands. He nodded and let you go. "Oh, take that." You handed him a cookie. "Mom asked me to take care of you."