Prologue
'Mel! Wake up!' I heard my younger sister yell from downstairs. I groaned, rolling over and covering my head with a pillow, ignoring her. I woke again, what felt like thirty seconds later to the sound of my phone ringing. I swore internally before answering in an extremely sarcastic voice, 'Yes, my darling, darling sister who has chosen to wake me up at 10am the day after Big Day Out, what is it that you want?' she giggled, apologising.
'Ah, sorry. I just wanted to tell you that I think something's up with mum and dad.' She replied quickly. This worried me.
'Like…?'
'Like they asked me to make myself busy today so they'd have the house alone with you. What the fuck have you done now?'
'Nothing… I don't think. Thanks for warning me though; can I get back to sleep now?' I asked, slightly irritated but also thankful.
'Sure thing sleeping beauty, see you tomorrow!' she screamed into the phone, knowing that the volume would prevent any further sleep, before hanging up. I rolled out of bed, walked downstairs, grabbed a cup of coffee and briefly saw a car enter the driveway. It wasn't a car I had seen before. I started running through my mind who it could be. I did that a lot, stressed out about not knowing who I had to speak to. Before I could figure it out, the doorbell rang. Not exactly caring about my physical appearance at that point, I answered the door, running my hands through my probably greasy hair. I looked up to see a fairly attractive and vaguely familiar male standing on my front step.
'Has anyone ever told you you look like Danny Jones?' I asked, stifling a yawn.
'A few times.' He laughed and my head shot up at the accent.
'Fuck.' I breathed, suddenly very aware of my lack of makeup, greasy hair and crazy eyes I tend to get when hung over.
'Um, Hi.' He said, shifting his weight awkwardly. I smirked, seeing how uncomfortable he was. 'I'm…' he went to say, before interrupted by my parents standing behind me.
'Your brother.' They answered.