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  "So who's the new bitch? Get rid of the other one finally" the sun blinded me momentarily then I saw a boy standing over Brian nudging him with his shoe.
  "Dude fuck you. What time is it?" Brian asked throwing his arm over my chest.
  "It's already eleven o'clock. You didn't answer my question." He persisted flipping purple hair out of his eyes.
  "Fell to sleep watching the sunrise. She's my new step-sister; Andi, Zacky; Zacky…fuck you." He said rolling his eyes pulling his hat over his face, "Can't practice wait? We have a show tonight; what are we doing anyway?"
  "Picking the setlist, playing through it, packing the fan and with what time we have left, we'll go to the beach or something like that so we can mellow out before the show. Now get your lazy ass up and put on some clean clothes." Brian grumbled and pushed himself up. Zacky sent him into his room and turned to look at me, "Supp with you passed out. Half naked with Syn?" he smirked broadly.
  "We were showing off tattoos and ended up falling to sleep. Don't be a fucking douche bag. I didn't sleep with him you fucking prick." I spat menacingly.
  "Haha…don't jump to conclusions and I won't. I was simply curious. So you're Syn's sister, huh?" he smiled sitting down beside me.
  "Step-sister actually, from Brian senior's first wife; I guess. So who are you since I have no clue?" I smiled looking at him.
  "Zachary James Baker, at your service. I'm currently 19, single, play guitar in the band with Syn, and just found this insanely hot chick that I'd like to ask to go to our show tonight if she isn't busy. So how about it?" he flipped his purple hair out of his eyes and smiled.
  "Oh, well Zachary I'd be delighted the go with you all. So do you play lead or rhythm and since you're a lefty do you play left handed or do you actually play right?" I cocked my head awaiting his answer.
  "How the fuck did you know I'm left handed?" he was completely dumbfounded.
  "The way you arrange your stuff in your pockets. You keep more important things on the left, like your cell phone and smokes for instance. Don't ask me, it's just what I do." I shrugged trying to shake his look of total astonishment.
"Uh, okay that's kinda hot. But yeah I play lefty too. It looks pretty cool on stage when Syn and I play back to back." He smiled, "So where ya from?"
  "I last lived in Virginia. So this show tonight; do I officially get to meet your all's friends? And where's it at if you don't mind me asking." He grinned at me as Brian stepped back onto the deck with us.
  "Yeah, you're already gonna know just about everyone before the show though. It's actually just us playing a party at some local bar. We're not the only band so we'll have time to hang out and it's an open bar tonight so we're getting fucked up!" Brian laughed punching Zacky's shoulder.
  "We get fucked up if it's free or not. Hey, you think Jimmy's up yet?"
  "Nope; wanna go get him?" Brian asked
  "Uh, duh; who's driving?" both smiled and paused for a moment.
  "I'll take the Hummer I guess. It has a shit ton of people space. We'll haul the equipment in Matt's truck for tonight." Brian shrugged.
They turned to leave when I yelled at them, "Guys, I need to put clothes on first. I'll be quick." I said dancing into my room.
  I dug out my black and purple striped bathing suit and a pair of black shorts with my favorite hoodie. I ran into the bathroom connecting my room to Brian's and washed up quickly. Hurriedly I wrapped a towel around my torso and brushed out my hair before going back to my room.
  I threw the towel in the corner and rushed to pull on the outfit I had selected before I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my phone, lip gloss, and make up bag (a girl's gotta look good) before stepping back onto the porch with the guys.
  "Sorry, I tried to hurry." I smiled as they both looked up upon my reentry.
  "You do know you left your door blinds open. We could see everything." Zacky grinned.
  "Oh my God, really?" I was mortified.
  "Nah, I'm kidding but let's get goin before Gnome calls askin us to go on beer duty." Zacky was a total doll.
  The three of us went to the black H1 parked in the driveway and took off down the street. We all chatted idly and I really felt comfortable with them. Usually I didn't take so well to new people but these two were just too likeable.
  When we parked in front of a Laundromat in a tiny strip mall and Syn and Zacky jumped out I was slightly confused, but followed suit. The fewer questions asked the better.
  It was pretty empty besides a few women flipping through outdated magazines and a guy lying on the counter with a copy of Musician's Friend on his chest. At first he looked down for the count but when the bell chimed signaling our entrance he peeked over at us. A grin spread across his face and he swung himself upright in an instant. He was a long, think kid with scraggly black hair and multiple tattoos. I could only guess this was the "Jimmy" they had spoken of at the house.
  "Catch me Synstaa!" he screamed jumping into Bry's arms.
  "Supp Jim?" Zacky laughed looking at his friends.
  "Hey Zack'eh!" then he looked over at me and his eyes grew two sizes, "Procreate with me?" he said rolling out of Brian's grasp and landing on one knee in front of me.
  "Only if we're really drunk." I giggled as he kissed my hand.
  "Okay." He simply shrugged his shoulders and stood to shake my hand, "Jimmy 'The Rev' Sullivan, dear. And now your name please?" he gestured grandly.
  "Andi Havok at your service." I couldn't stop laughing; he was too sweet.
  "Dude let's get up out. We need to go chill for a while and I want beach time!" Brian yelled running out the door.
  "Crazy bastard," Jimmy muttered shaking his head, the breaking into a sprint, "I'm coming my lover!"
  Zacky and I just laughed and walked out quietly. In the car Jimmy sat with me and talked about everything, he never shut up. I learned that he was 19, a high school dropout, worked and lived at the Laundromat, and was the drummer in the bans as well as a little bit of a vocalist. I had just taken out my make up when Jimmy, Zacky, and Brian snatched my eyeliner. Each applied a thick coat and handed it back, not a word stated. I just shrugged and put on a light layer of foundation, black cat eye eyeliner, and mascara, purple eye shadow before putting it all away and smiling, contentedly.

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  "So who's the new bitch? Get rid of the other one finally" the sun blinded me momentarily then I saw a boy standing over Brian nudging him with his shoe.
  "Dude fuck you. What time is it?" Brian asked throwing his arm over my chest.
  "It's already eleven o'clock. You didn't answer my question." He persisted flipping purple hair out of his eyes.
  "Fell to sleep watching the sunrise. She's my new step-sister; Andi, Zacky; Zacky…fuck you." He said rolling his eyes pulling his hat over his face, "Can't practice wait? We have a show tonight; what are we doing anyway?"
  "Picking the setlist, playing through it, packing the fan and with what time we have left, we'll go to the beach or something like that so we can mellow out before the show. Now get your lazy ass up and put on some clean clothes." Brian grumbled and pushed himself up. Zacky sent him into his room and turned to look at me, "Supp with you passed out. Half naked with Syn?" he smirked broadly.
  "We were showing off tattoos and ended up falling to sleep. Don't be a fucking douche bag. I didn't sleep with him you fucking prick." I spat menacingly.
  "Haha…don't jump to conclusions and I won't. I was simply curious. So you're Syn's sister, huh?" he smiled sitting down beside me.
  "Step-sister actually, from Brian senior's first wife; I guess. So who are you since I have no clue?" I smiled looking at him.
  "Zachary James Baker, at your service. I'm currently 19, single, play guitar in the band with Syn, and just found this insanely hot chick that I'd like to ask to go to our show tonight if she isn't busy. So how about it?" he flipped his purple hair out of his eyes and smiled.
  "Oh, well Zachary I'd be delighted the go with you all. So do you play lead or rhythm and since you're a lefty do you play left handed or do you actually play right?" I cocked my head awaiting his answer.
  "How the fuck did you know I'm left handed?" he was completely dumbfounded.
  "The way you arrange your stuff in your pockets. You keep more important things on the left, like your cell phone and smokes for instance. Don't ask me, it's just what I do." I shrugged trying to shake his look of total astonishment.
"Uh, okay that's kinda hot. But yeah I play lefty too. It looks pretty cool on stage when Syn and I play back to back." He smiled, "So where ya from?"
  "I last lived in Virginia. So this show tonight; do I officially get to meet your all's friends? And where's it at if you don't mind me asking." He grinned at me as Brian stepped back onto the deck with us.
  "Yeah, you're already gonna know just about everyone before the show though. It's actually just us playing a party at some local bar. We're not the only band so we'll have time to hang out and it's an open bar tonight so we're getting fucked up!" Brian laughed punching Zacky's shoulder.
  "We get fucked up if it's free or not. Hey, you think Jimmy's up yet?"
  "Nope; wanna go get him?" Brian asked
  "Uh, duh; who's driving?" both smiled and paused for a moment.
  "I'll take the Hummer I guess. It has a shit ton of people space. We'll haul the equipment in Matt's truck for tonight." Brian shrugged.
They turned to leave when I yelled at them, "Guys, I need to put clothes on first. I'll be quick." I said dancing into my room.
  I dug out my black and purple striped bathing suit and a pair of black shorts with my favorite hoodie. I ran into the bathroom connecting my room to Brian's and washed up quickly. Hurriedly I wrapped a towel around my torso and brushed out my hair before going back to my room.
  I threw the towel in the corner and rushed to pull on the outfit I had selected before I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my phone, lip gloss, and make up bag (a girl's gotta look good) before stepping back onto the porch with the guys.
  "Sorry, I tried to hurry." I smiled as they both looked up upon my reentry.
  "You do know you left your door blinds open. We could see everything." Zacky grinned.
  "Oh my God, really?" I was mortified.
  "Nah, I'm kidding but let's get goin before Gnome calls askin us to go on beer duty." Zacky was a total doll.
  The three of us went to the black H1 parked in the driveway and took off down the street. We all chatted idly and I really felt comfortable with them. Usually I didn't take so well to new people but these two were just too likeable.
  When we parked in front of a Laundromat in a tiny strip mall and Syn and Zacky jumped out I was slightly confused, but followed suit. The fewer questions asked the better.
  It was pretty empty besides a few women flipping through outdated magazines and a guy lying on the counter with a copy of Musician's Friend on his chest. At first he looked down for the count but when the bell chimed signaling our entrance he peeked over at us. A grin spread across his face and he swung himself upright in an instant. He was a long, think kid with scraggly black hair and multiple tattoos. I could only guess this was the "Jimmy" they had spoken of at the house.
  "Catch me Synstaa!" he screamed jumping into Bry's arms.
  "Supp Jim?" Zacky laughed looking at his friends.
  "Hey Zack'eh!" then he looked over at me and his eyes grew two sizes, "Procreate with me?" he said rolling out of Brian's grasp and landing on one knee in front of me.
  "Only if we're really drunk." I giggled as he kissed my hand.
  "Okay." He simply shrugged his shoulders and stood to shake my hand, "Jimmy 'The Rev' Sullivan, dear. And now your name please?" he gestured grandly.
  "Andi Havok at your service." I couldn't stop laughing; he was too sweet.
  "Dude let's get up out. We need to go chill for a while and I want beach time!" Brian yelled running out the door.
  "Crazy bastard," Jimmy muttered shaking his head, the breaking into a sprint, "I'm coming my lover!"
  Zacky and I just laughed and walked out quietly. In the car Jimmy sat with me and talked about everything, he never shut up. I learned that he was 19, a high school dropout, worked and lived at the Laundromat, and was the drummer in the bans as well as a little bit of a vocalist. I had just taken out my make up when Jimmy, Zacky, and Brian snatched my eyeliner. Each applied a thick coat and handed it back, not a word stated. I just shrugged and put on a light layer of foundation, black cat eye eyeliner, and mascara, purple eye shadow before putting it all away and smiling, contentedly.