My Turn - Chapter One
Pairing: Corney
Word Count: 1637
Warnings: Some language
I do not own Grojband.
Only two more days, Corey smiled to himself. He ecstatically waited for one of his favorite days of every year-his birthday! In only two days, he would be turning fourteen, and he could hardly believe it. In less than forty-eight hours, he'd be able to learn to drive a car, own a moped, and no longer have to order from the kiddie menu in restaurants! He couldn't wait!
His excitement caused the sleepless night that had just passed, and he made his way to the kitchen with a smirk and a good attitude, despite the circumstances. Corey glanced around before entering once he was sure there was no Trina in the vicinity. He pulled out some cereal and a bowl, and sat down at the table. A buzz from his pocket and he took out his cell phone, finding a text from Laney.
Running late. Be there in 20.
Oh, right, they were supposed to practice early today to make up for skipping out a few days ago in favor of seeing that new Bicheal May movie (which really wasn't worth it, sadly enough). He looked down at the empty bowl and frowned.
He could do without breakfast just this once, he figured. Corey got up and put the unused breakfast supplies back, rushing back to his room to change before the band showed up for practice.
He turned a corner to go into the hallway to his room and smacked right into his pink-haired sister, Trina. She let out an exasperated growl as she shot him a glare and got back to her feet.
"Look where you're goin', dork!" she bellowed, pushing past him as he sat up. Corey merely rolled his eyes as he stood up and finally got back to his room to change.
"Ugh! Corey, those stupid dweebs you call friends are here!" He heard Trina shout from the kitchen. Geez, he only just got upstairs! He couldn't get two seconds to do anything today!
He rushed around, grabbing whatever clothes looked clean enough to wear and pulled them on, adjusting his hat before making his way back downstairs for the second time that morning.
"I'm comin', guys! Hold on!" he called down the steps.
He skipped the last three steps on the staircase and flipped around the corner to see Kin and Kon snickering loudly from right outside the kitchen.
He walked over, only to hear a loud screech from the kitchen and covered his ears. Trina ran out of the kitchen, her hair dripping with skim milk.
"Aagghhhh! Corey! You and your stupid friends are so dead!" she screamed as she stomped back to her room, speed-dialing Mina furiously on her way. Meanwhile, Kin and Kon were laughing, trying not to fall over from hysterics.
"What did you guys do?" Corey asked, amused. Kin snickered again, replying,
"She just left the bowl there..." he laughed, "and I've been itching to prank somebody with this miniature propulsion device! It was her own fault!"
Kon held his stomach, getting out the last laugh.
Corey rolled his eyes.
"Come on, dude. We're here to practice, not push Trina into another meltdown. Let's get to the garage."
The twins shrugged and followed him outside to the garage. They stopped as they noticed Mina was already running up the driveway, hurrying to get up the steps with her hands full of hair curlers and straighteners and combs. Corey eyed her for only a moment, and then opened up the garage and the trio walked inside.
"Lanes said she'll be running a little late, so we just gotta warm up 'til she gets here," he told them, looking around for his guitar case.
He checked the side of the stage, but it wasn't there. It wasn't behind the couch, nor was it by Trina's car. Where the heck did it go?
It's not like it could have just sprouted legs and walked off, right? Corey frowned. He went back to the stage as Kin plugged in his keyboard.
"What's the problem, Corey?" he asked curiously. Corey checked all over the garage again, still without luck.
Where the heck did it go? he worried.
"MINA! Don't just stand there! Fix my perfect hair! Make my hair perfect again NOW!"
Corey's eyes narrowed. Maybe Trina knew where his guitar mysteriously disappeared to?
He bolted up the stairs and knocked on her door.
"Trina! Where'd you put my guitar?!" he shouted.
An angry growl rumbled from behind the door and it flung open, revealing his sister, with the ugliest-looking hairdo he'd ever seen. Corey instantly held in a laugh, but as Trina glared him down, the laugh instantly disappeared.
"What do you want, Corey?" she gritted her teeth as Mina started combing out her hair.
"My guitar," Corey remembered, glaring back, "where did you put it?"
Trina scoffed,
"Please, why would I take your stupid toy?"
"It's not a toy, Trina!" he yelled. "Now, where'd you put it?!"
Trina didn't falter, merely rolling her eyes.
"Aw, did you lose it? That's too bad! I guess you'll, like, never get to play that stupid music ever again! Better go break up the band now and get a new hobby while you still can!" she smiled triumphantly.
Corey stared back at her, unamused.
"Just give it back, and I'll consider leaving you alone today, alright?" he offered. Trina looked unimpressed.
"Like, yeah, right."
She turned around and slammed the door in his face.
Corey bit his lip, trying to keep his anger down.
"Trina! I mean it!" he shouted, and knocked on the door loudly. "Trina! Come on!"
He stole a quick glance back at their practice stage to see Kin and Kon staring up at him with confused looks. He took a deep breath, and turned back around to open Trina's door.
"Agh! Corey! Get out of here!"
He barged inside and looked around. His guitar was in here somewhere, he knew it. Trina seethed after him as he rushed over and looked in her closet, under her bed, and behind her door. There it was!
"AHA!" he shouted in victory, grabbing his case and hugging it happily. He knew he'd find it. Now he could go back to having a nice, normal day with the guys...
"Gimme that!" Trina shouted, grabbing onto the case, pulling it out of Corey's grasp. His eyes quickly narrowed and he reached out, pulling it back. A tug of war quickly broke out between them, and Trina yelled at Mina to help her. Mina rushed over, helping pull her back as Corey's grasp started to loosen.
"Erg, no!" Corey reached around the neck-end of the case, trying to pull back as hard as he could. Trina grimaced and then quickly smirked before letting go of the case completely.
"Agh!" Corey let out as he flew back into the wall behind him, knocking the case right into his face, smashing the bridge of his nose.
"TRINA! WHAT THE-WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM TODAY?!" Corey furiously belted-out, getting to his feet faster than ever before. Trina almost staggered back, but Mina being there kept her in place. She glared and shouted back,
"I JUST WANT SOME PEACE AND QUIET FOR ONCE, COREY! IN CASE YOU DIDN'T ALREADY KNOW, YOU'RE ALWAYS A PAIN IN THE ASS AND TODAY'S NO EXCEPTION!"
"OH, LOOK WHO FINALLY LEARNED SOME BIG WORDS!"
Trina gasped dramatically. How dare he say that?
"YOU-you take that back!" she swallowed. Corey stepped forward, anything but threatened.
"WHY DON'T YOU JUST STEP OFF AND STOP TRYING TO STEAL MY STUFF!"
Mina took the quick break of silence to interject, offering,
"Uhh, w-why don't we just-"
But Trina and Corey both glared right at her,
"STAY OUT OF THIS!" they shouted in unison before turning back to glare at each other.
"If anyone has a problem, it's YOU, Corey! Get out of my room before I make Mina make you!" Trina folded her arms across her chest, convinced this was her final word.
"I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" Corey copied his sister's pose. Slowly, he blinked. Wait, he didn't want to stay in Trina's room...
"Not...until you apologize!" he added quickly, keeping his glare on Trina. She rolled her eyes,
"Yeah, right. I'm not gonna do that."
Corey bent down and picked up his guitar case. His adrenaline was still pumping crazily through his veins but maybe it was better to just stop now. He glanced out the door, and heard the garage door opening. Laney was here.
He jumped back up and headed to the door,
"I gotta go, but I'll be back for that apology later, Trina!"
He ran back downstairs, watching as Laney shrugged off her bag and climbing up on stage with her bass.
"Sorry, my mom needed help with...something," she told them, cringing a bit at the last word. Kin and Kon looked towards Corey as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
"It's okay. Corey decided to keep us waiting anyway..." Kin explained, eyeing him. Corey frowned,
"Yeah, sorry, guys," he told them.
Kon looked at him worriedly,
"I don't think I've ever heard you yell like that before."
Corey pulled out his guitar, checking it over carefully.
"Trina thought she could steal my guitar. I wasn't just going to stand there and let it happen," he said casually.
Laney smirked,
"That's my Core; always stickin' up for the band."
"Well, the band'd be nothin' without this awesome artist right here-" he quickly riffed a spew of chords, filling the garage with new sound and a big smile appeared on his face, "so, you're welcome."
Laney rolled her eyes.
"Are we gonna practice or what?" she asked. Corey smiled, nodding.
"Count us in, Kon!"