"Hey Simpson, sing that song for me again." I poked Brad with my foot. "But that song sucks. " He whined, stuffing more popcorns into his mouth. I rolled my eyes, "Shut up. I'm named after that song." "Kacey Cecilia Cole. Yeah sure, you told me you hate your name." He grumbled, his eyes not leaving the television. "But I love the song. Dad plays it all the time." I sighed. This time, he looked at me. His eyes searching mine and I did my best puppy eyes for show. After a few seconds, Brad groaned and left the couch mumbling a "Fine." before disappearing upstairs to grab his guitar. | All Rights Reserved 2015~ wonderbradgirl |