How we Came to Be

[Talon Winchester]

This how an imaginary band came to be, written in drabbles and fics! I have writers block for my Family thread. The first one might be crappy, seeing as I wrote it along time ago. I wrote like, three years ago. The characters are Philip "Mitch" Brett (Drums/ vocals) and Danika "Echo" Chase.

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   Today was NOT a good day. First, my little brother Kristopher, managed to unplug my alarm clock. Then, my older brother Ryan, left for school without me so I didn't have a ride. My short blonde and black hair stuck out at random angles and snow clung to it like small hair accesories that were a bit wet. 

   So, after running a couple of miles, I finally made it to school a full fifteen minutes late. As I was running through the hallway to my classroom, I slipped and fell. It was not one of my best moments. Finally, I threw open the door and quietly took me seat as my teacher, Ms. Darra, glared at me and handed me a pink detention slip. She didn't say anything, she didn't have to. 

   The rest of the day went by in a blurr. Ryan picked me up at the end of the day in his van. He asked me how my day was and I just glared at him. He didn't say anything else. The Menace had indoor soccer today and apparently it was some big competition or something. Ryan and I were meeting Mom and Dad there to watch him play. I didn't want to go. Last time I had a dance recital (last year, I quit after The Incident. The dance class was hip hop if you were wondering) The Menace faked sick so he wouldn't have to go. Mom and Dad believed him and didn't come to see me. That's why I can't stay mad at Ryan for very long. He was the only one who came to see me, and I'm always grateful to have him. 

   Thinking about The Menace faking sick, I wondered if I could do the same thing. I thought about for a bit, before realizing that I actually DIDN'T feel that great. I hadn't all day. I felt hot, then cold, and feverish in general. My head hurt and my nose felt kind of stuffy. My stomach didn't feel that great either. That was probably the reason that the day had gone past so weirdly. "Ryan?" I asked hoarsly. He turned to me, taking one hand off the steering wheel to brush his long brown hair from his forehead. 

   "Yeah kiddo? Is something wrong?" he asked curiously. I nodded.

   "I don't feel good. I think I'm sick." I grimaced and held my stomach. He swerved into a parking spot and sighed. 

   "Kiddo, I know you were upset last year but do you need to get revenge on Kris now?" he didn't believe me. Fine. 

   "This isn't revenge! I...I...HIH ITCHISHEW! See?" she looked at him desperately and took one hand from her stomach to her forehead, groaning.

   "Listen closely. I'm. Not. Falling. For. It." I don't know what it was. I just snapped. Trying not to cry, I threw open the door and jumped out. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I ran. I ran behind the gym. Somehow I thought it would be different, except that it never could be. My dad was "The Car Man", my mom was a lawyer, Ryan was an amazing athlete, and Kristopher was following in his footsteps. Then everyone looked at me. The juvenile delinquent with the nose peircing, messy hair, and drawer crammed with detention slips. I was the let down and my parents knew it. 

   "Eh...EHCHIEW! Heh CHISHEW! Ugh..." I groaned and shivered. What was I thinking?

   "Bless." I looked up, startled. Phillip Brett stood in front of me, smirking. I sighed. Of all the people here, it had to be the bad boy of the school. I hated him. We were alike and STILL polar opposites. I certainly didn't like the way his brown hair was kept spiky, or how his green eyes always seemed to be laughing, or how funny it was when he actually wore make up. I glared at him.

   "What are you doing here?" I asked him harshly. He held up his hands in surrender. 

   "Well excuse me for being civil! I saw you run off and figured you didn't know where the door to the gym was." he smirked at me and I rolled my eyes.

   "My little brother is playing in there." I turned away from Phillip to cough lightly into a loose fist. 

   "So you're staying outside in protest?" he asked. I nodded. "Well...come on. You can protest where it's warmer. Can you stand up?" I nodded.

   "Heh ChiEW! I got it." I started to stand up shakily. He supported me inside and led me to a rather large closet. He shut the door and we just sat there. After a while he spoke up. 

   "So, how many siblings you got?" he asked.

   "Two brothers. You?"

   "None." We spent the next hour getting to know each other, until my mom found us and grounded me for being on a closet with a boy.

[SapphireSong]

Hey I can't believe I missed this one somehow lol this is good! I like. ^^ Please tell me Phillip gets sick hehe

[Zane]

hmmmmmm I've read this one before but I guess I forgot to comment... weird... anyway...... this is really amazing I love the story so far I so hope you continue, unless this is a one shot! thanks for writing this! haha and I know this might sound weird but Ryan sounds cute...