This is a little story by my friend and I...we already have it finished, so, please, dont ask to be in it

Hope you like it


Chapter 1

Spencer's POV

"NO!" I shouted. "I NEED a drum set!"

My mom shook her head. "Sorry hon, but it won't happen!"

I scowled. "But it's almost Christmas!"

She rolled her eyes. "3 months isn't 'almost Christmas', but,anyway,I don't

care! It could be...oh, the first day of the last

week of earth, you wouldn't get one! No is my final answer,"

"But Mooooom!" I whined.

She pointedly turned her back on me.

"FINE!" I snapped, and ran out of the house.

"You come back here, young man!" I heard my mom call.

I turned, and stuck my tongue out at her.

She glared at me, and slammed the door.

"GOOD RIDDANCE!" I heard my sister, Laura, shout.

"SHUT UP YOU LITTLE TWERP, OR I'LL TELL RYAN YOU LOVE HIM!" I yelled back.

Laura was silent.

"Hmph." I thought smugly. I could always use the fact my sister was secretly

in love with my best friend to my advantage.

"Hi Ryan!" I called when I saw him running down the street.

"Hi Spin!" Ryan grinned.

"Wanna come over to my place for a while?" I asked, and he shrugged. "Sure,

Whatever..." he sighed, and we walked back to my house.

"My parents STILL won't let me get a drum set!" I whined.

"Same, but switch the drum set for a guitar!" Ryan sighed.

"Welll, why not?" I asked, and he glared at me.

"You perfectly well know the reason why not!" He snapped, and stormed so he was

ahead of me.

I sighed.

Life with an abused friend was always going to be difficult.

Well, I don't care if everybody hates it, I'm posting the next chapter.



Chapter 2:

Ryan's POV



Forgodsake why didn't Spencer understand? He

knew why I couldn't get a guitar. He knew my

dad despised me trying to make a living out of

music. There were times when he told me not to

be so stupid and other times, mainly when he

was drunk, he would yell at me and threaten to

swing for me. Music was my only escape from

reality. It made life less scary and a lot more

bearable. Sometimes I think to myself "Where

would I be without music?!". I know I'd

be lost. Music was my world and yet my dad

didn't care. Spencer was lucky. He would

usually pout and throw tantrums and he would

always get his own way!



Spencer was bugging me with questions again.

"OH SPENCE SHUT UP WILL YOU?" I yelled angrily.

Spencer turned bright red.

"Wow, jeez, sorry!" He hissed, and I instantly

regretted yelling at him.

I looked at down at my feet, and we stepped

into his house.

"Oh, you're back, are you?" His mother said

tonelessly, then spotted me.

"Oh, hello, Ryan, dear, would you like some

milk and cookies?" She smiled.

I looked up eagerly. I hadn't had those for a

loooong time. Or, at least, the cookies.

"Yes please!" I answered gratefully, and she

soon handed me a large glass full to the brim

with milk, and 4 fresh-from-the-oven

snickerdoodles.

"Oh, and Spencer, honey, you're clean underwear

is on the dryer!" She giggled, and raced off.

"Oh Spencer!" Called a mocking voice.

I turned to see Laura standing at the stairs.

She was wearing a short plaid mini-skirt, a

yellow shirt with a bunny holding a heart,

striped knee socks, and cute black shoes.

Her long, dirty blond heir was tied into 2

ponytails, and her hazel eyes were shining as

they landed on me.

I gulped, and stared at her, a flicker of

emotion passing over me.

Was it love?

Nice, not even one comment?? ;-;

that is sooooo cute awwwww xDDD

oh my god!!
i lurve this!

Why thank you!

Chapter 2

Spencer's POV



"Ryro?"I said, waving my hands in front of his

face. What was he staring at? There was nothing

interesting or remotely cool to look at. Just

my annoying little sister....... Oh god. It

can't be. "HEY RYRO" I yelled in his face. He

snaped out of it suddenly. I grabbed him by the

arm "YOU ARE SICK YOU KNOW THAT?!" I shout as

we head for my room. "I saw you eyeing up my

sis but I can't say I blame you when she

dresses like that" Ryan looked at me with dopey

eyes. "Come on.." I say as we enter my room.

"Just ignore her!"

Ryan sighed. "I can't though, Spencer,

I really like her!I think I might even..." he

gulped. "LOVE her!"

I blinked. It couldn't be true.

My best friend. Loved. My. SISTER?

"YOU COULD HAVE CHOSEN ANYBODY, BUT NOOOO, YOU

HAAAAD TO CHOSE HER! SHE'S MY SISTER, RY! I DO

NOT WANT YOU LOVING HER BA-!" I began to

scream, but stopped in mid sentence when I

almost said 'back'.

Ryan's eyes lit up.

"She likes me?" He asked, excitedly.

I sighed, and hung my head. Greeeeaatt....

It was really love.

awwww how old are they???

quote:

Originally posted by Muffyrules252:
Nice, not even one comment?? ;-;

I like it. Can I be in it? With one of them. I don't care who I get.


Well, If I can.

Here is my description:

I am Shae, short, happy, smiley, I have very pretty eyes (that's what people say, a RyRo nose, and thin lips, bleach-blonde hair, I wear hot topic, and Aeropostale, I was born on August 30th (like RyRo). I am not mean, and I am bold, and witty.

And Muffy, I ♥ your stories!

Ohh! Sorry! I didn't read the top! Stupid me!

quote:

Originally posted by xXShae_SarcasticXx:

quote:

Originally posted by Muffyrules252:
Nice, not even one comment?? ;-;

I like it. Can I be in it? With one of them. I don't care who I get.


Well, If I can.

Here is my description:

I am Shae, short, happy, smiley, I have very pretty eyes (that's what people say, a RyRo nose, and thin lips, bleach-blonde hair, I wear hot topic, and Aeropostale, I was born on August 30th (like RyRo). I am not mean, and I am bold, and witty.

And Muffy, I ♥ your stories!

I can try to fit you, and only you in
Oh and my nam is Laura.

Aww! Thank you update!

Ryan's POV



Spencer's words echoed around my head. She

liked me. She actually liked me! This was

amazing. I could see Spencer was disagreeing

with it, but I couldn't hear a word he was

saying. All I heard is my heart beating as if

it was going to burst out of my chest at any

minute. I tryed to concentrate on what Spencer

was saying but my mind went blank .I still

couldn't believe it. A girl... liked me and

this time I liked her back. Normally girls say

they like me they either: say it but don't mean

it or they mean it,but I don't feel the same.

You hear love stories and think 'Yuck' or,

'Me in love.Never!' Well, guess what,it happens

whether you like it or not. I sat back and

picture that gorgeous grin. I think it's...

love.


LATER



"Hi Ryan!" I heard as I entered my house.


I smiled at my twin sister, Shae.

"Guess what!" I said excitedly. Shae blinked.

"What? Tell me! Or I will use my super donut

powers to FORCE you to!" she laughed, and I

laughed, too. Shae could always make me smile.

"Welllllll Spencer's little sister..." I began,

but she cut me off.

"Only by a year!"

I sighed. "She, well, l-l-"

"LIIIKES YOU?" Shae teased, and I awkwardly

nodded.

"HA! It'll be all over school by tomorrow!"

Shae almost dies laughing at this, but I

frowned.


"No, it will NOT, or I will tll the school you

sleep with a doggy toy!"

"You wouldn't."

"I Would."

Shae stayed silent at this, then stormed

upstairs.

HA! I thought smugly, and took her

seat after pouring myself some juice.

It was, so far, the best day of my life.

awwww!

Ryan's POV



Victory is MINE! I thought to myself.

I knew that Shae wouldn't tell anyone in

school about me and Spence's little sister

because she knew if she did I'd

tell the whole school about Woofie. Woofie is

as old as me and Shae on the count of the fact

that Dad bought Woofie on the day we were

born!(I got a teddy as well,but Charlie Bear

sits in a wardrobe whenever anyone enters)

For years my sis would do nothing but cart

Woofie around with her, never wanting to let

go, and whenever Woofie needed washing my

sister would sit in front of the washing

machine and pretend he was having a bath. When

Woofie went out to dry on the line (hung by the

ears) shae would sit by in the garden until he

was dry and if he wasn't dry before she went to

bed mum would make her go without Woofie. Shae

never did go without though. She'd wake me up

and we'd trek to the garden where Woofie lay.

We'd knock down the pole which held the line

above our heads, which usually meant in the

lovely clean washing hitting the muddy floor,

and when Woofie was back in Shae's arm I was

allowed back to bed. I remember one night,on

another Woofie rescue that we stumbled across

two brightly, green, glowing eyes. We were

convinced it was a monster and for weeks Woofie

was left spotless so he didn't have to be

washed and,then thrown to the evil monster that

lurks in our garden. Of course now we know it

was just a friendly cat on a late night stroll.

I chuckled to myself at the thought of old

memories.

"Why are you back here?" Grumbled my ded,

coming in.

I gulped.

"Sitting," I told him, "And drinking juice!"

Dad snorted. "The only thing worth drinking is

the stuff I drink!"

I gulped as my dad took a big sip of his

alchohol.

"Dad, why do you drink that?" I blurted out.

My dad staggered forward.

"I-I do it b-because I-" he began, his speech

slurred.

"Because I can." He finished, and threw the

bottle at me, which shattered as it hit my

shoulder.

"Ah!" I gasped in pain, and clutched my cut

shoulder.

Soon, I could fel blood seeping through.

"W-w-why?" I asked.

My dad tried to smile, but fainted instead.

I took the chance and ran, grabbing Shae on my

way out.

"HELP!" I yelled to the world.

We've got to escape.