'Thwack!'

"Hey! Yo! Get your ass up!"

Yea that's Bubba; my brother.

He just so happens to be 17 and is the person that has been with me through it all; the beat to my drum.

"Bite me Bro."

That feisty little thing is me. I'm Amy Bahl, I am not your average 15 year old girl. I'm sure you have heard that plently

I am Less than thrilled.

I was a total tomboy on the exterior; on the inside I was a hopeless romantic.

Back to the second to worst wake up call ever.

Don't even get me started on last years, needles to say it wasn't exactly 'Joy Full'

'Amy get up." Bubba said shaking me violently. Yea like that's going work.

"Go the hell away." I demanded groggily. Going back to sleep.

Before I slipped unconscious I heard 'Fine you asked for it."

"SPLASH!!!!!!!!"

I woke with a jolt only to find I was underwater.

My panic rose by a mile.

I swam to the surface and found my brother laughing his ass off.

'oh lucky him' I thought cruelly

"What the hell Bubba.! I am so going to kill you when I get out of this pool!" I screamed, swimming to the edge to kick his ass.

Bubba laughed even harder and ran in the house and up to his bedroom.

I chased after him and found him standing confidently in his door way.

I scowled and swung my fist so I could hit his arm and smacked it into the slammed door.

"This is so not FUCKING over!" I yelled through the door

"Yea until next year!" he laughed.

I rolled my eye's thinking about last years battle to wake up the sleeping Amy.

"Amy get the fuck up!" He yelled smacking me in the head with a pillow.

"mvahhakw." I mumbled.

"You leave me no choice." He huffed stomping out of the room like the little girl he is.

I chuckled at my choice of words to describe my brother.

A few minutes later my doors burst open again.

"Go away Bubba." I demanded form under my covers.

"OH I will just one little thing." He told me. I cold almost hear the grin in his voice

Milliseconds later I heard a blow horn go off next to my ear.

My eyes popped out of my head as I sat straight up in my bed.

"Bubba I am going to fucking kill you!" I screamed chasing my brother down the stairs.

My father, Vernon Bahl sighed hearing what sounded like a stampede coming down the stairs.

I pounced on my brother which sent us crashing on the couch and onto the flour.

All was silent until we bust out laughing.

I was sprawled out on the floor with my arms and legs in an uncomfortable position with my brother laying his body flat out on top of me.

A minute or two later the laughing ceased and I was getting annoyed with my brother using me as a couch.

I looked my bro in the eye's.

"Up!" was my command

Ten minutes later I was dressed and eating dinner with my father.

He was the coolest dad on the planet.

He was a music fanatic. That's where I got it from. Twenty - Eight years ago my dad was a famous musician and had gone on for ten years. He quit because my mother was pregnant with Bubba, he wanted to be their for us.

"Aimes I'm not going to be home tonight. So your brother is in charge." He told me looking through a rolling stone magazine.

Did I mention he was utterly cool?

"Oh okay. Just curious but where are you going?" I questioned putting my dishes away.

"If I told you I'd have to kill you." He answered looking me dead in the eye. Jokingly of course.

We said our goodbye's with hugs and kisses and left the house hold.

I sat in the car listening to Paramore rock out not knowing that today would be the day that I will forever thank my brother for.