A/N: I haven't written anything in a very long time and I want to get back into it again. I've never finished any of my stories before because they were just flimsy ideas I hadn't the motivation for but since seeing the movie Four Brothers I haven't been able to get the brothers, especially Jack and Bobby out of my mind.

From reading some good fics of Four brothers they've mostly been sister fics, I kind of want to go for that but completely different. Instead of all of them having a sister it's just going to be Bobby's sister, so its less creepy, ha. Also this takes place before the movie, during and after. Right now its about a week before, maybe. Well I hope you enjoy and please review, anything allowed, and please be honest.

Disclaimer: I don't own Four Brothers, Sid Vicious, AFI's music, or the Mercers. But I do own my main character girl person, druggie/bassist-Seth, and my brotherman Wednesday.

(chapter title from the band The Bled)

BTW: Emo kids aren't really fags. They just are in this story. V

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His First Crush

The rain began. It had been weeks since the last flooding of the city. But to her it felt like years. He said that he would stick by her side. He said he would make sure they were adopted together. They were brother and sister after all. Bobby promised and still ended up getting adopted by some guy who would probably take better care of him than the system would of her. All the system gave her was a drugged up slut of a foster mother and plenty abusive boyfriends of hers. She moved into that apartment at 4 years old. And then she moved out gaining a heroin addiction, a bruised body and soul, a half full duffle bag of shit and a pair of drum sticks she wouldn't get rid of for the world at the age of 18. She took what money she could from Marla, her foster mother, with three things on her mind while moving in with a fellow druggie and only friend Seth.

One: Stop using. I've been clean for almost three years now…

Two: Get a band. I'm the drummer of Morningstar and have been for a year and a half…

Three: Find Bobby. …find Bobby…it's been three years since I decided on that.

Well I found him…now I just got to get my ass on a bus out of New York to Detroit, beat the fuck out of him for leaving me, and then continue on with life with the guys in Morningstar. Just one more show and I'll be outta here…

Sitting at her drums slightly wet from being out side she went through her usual stretches looking at the two guys at the front of the bar's stage. Skimming the crowd quickly as Seth a.k.a. Sid Vicious (for his smack addiction and looking slightly like him), bassist/back up vocals and roommate, and Wednesday a.k.a. Bambi (sweet inside but complete psycho on the out), guitarist/lead vocals and neighbor and platonic life mate, were finishing setting up.

They were the first out of three bands playing that night so they had the pleasure of setting up first. There were the thrash kids up front itching to head bang, the punks in middle anticipating the mosh pits, the emo fags on the sides smoking while nodding their heads slightly to some screamo cd that was put on the speakers for the wait, and then the gothglam, heavygrunge, metalcore, and indeathrial kids who fit in filling the back and empty spaces.

On the right side of the stage in the band hang out area was the second band that would play that night nervously making sure they had all their equipment while trying to remember the lyrics and tabs to 3rd grade written material.

Dumb asses, fucking should have done that when you were loading mommy's van after soccer practice. Their fucking lucky their uncle owns this place and is giving them a chance. We had to work our asses off to get to this point.

Forgetting the middle school looking group she looked towards the bar, there being the possible competition for the crowd.

What were they called? Sparks? Spurs? Sporks? Heard they were decent enough from Bambi.

Finding the four punks of Spurts or whatever the fuck they were called with their back turns she smirked at the thought of them being lucky enough to see Morningstar before labeled.

By the end of the first song the crowd'll be screaming our name, wanting to catch us before we leave to get our autograph. You don't stand a chance.

As if hearing her thoughts the tall thin one with a combed back brown-blonde mullet and studded black leather jacket turned around. He looked around the crowd feeling like someone was staring at him.

Looking away quickly not wanting to look as if she was interested, which she wasn't, she focused back to the band with a trade mark scowl like a certain brother of hers.

"BAMBI! Are you fuckers almost ready? The people can't fucking wait forever so pull the mic outta your ass and let's fuck with these people's ears!" Slamming a stick in her hand on a symbol she looked at a confused Bambi.

"Don't get your panties in a paper shredder lady, we still got 5 minutes and I've been done for 10." He said turning to her he tilted his head and cocked an eyebrow in an 'oh so Bambi way.

"You're usually not this impatient for us to start. You're too cocky for that, what's goin on? You on the rag? Or maybe you want to leave us that bad. Wait…do I smell like skunk?" Saying randomly, with an innocent look on his dark skinned face while lifting his arms to check himself.

"No Bambi, that's not it. Ha, even though you probably smell, I just want to show our competition what they're lacking-talent," playing a made on the spot rhythm on her set and grinned at the two.

Sid ready to play looks at Bambi smiling, "Dude, you do smell. What the fuck did you eat? A salami, cottage cheese, banana bread sandwich?"

Both cocking eyebrows at Sid, she said, "Forget about how rank Bambi is, what the fuck have you been eating, Sid?" Looking back and forth between the two,

"Babies. They're low in cholesterol and boost metabolism."

Done looking through the crowd no longer feeling someone burning a hole in back of his head he turned back to the bar, grabbed his beer and took a swig only to end up drinking nothing. "BAMBI…" he heard over the noise and turned around to notice the first band to play on stage done setting up with 5 minutes to cue. Starting the analyze the bands members he sized them up.

Guitarist: Black, black bandana hiding his fro, round my height, stick thin, looks around 18. Probably a sick player.

Bassist: White, sickly pale, spiked short black hair, a few inches shorter than me, sorta lanky, maybe 24? Sid Vicious wanabe? The fag, can't even look original.

Drummer: a chick…white, short black bobbed hair/two long pieces in front with bright green streaks, maybe 5'6"? Looks 17. She's hot…but why do I feel like she could kick my ass and hand it to me?

Said ass kicker hit a rhythm and grinned like the Cheshire cat at her band mates.

Fuck. That sounded good.

Even more interested, Jack's lip twitched, wanting to smile but trying to suppress the urge making him look as if he were grimacing. The chick drummer having perfect timing glanced at him seeing the sneer scowled looked at her guitarist and started her count down. Realizing how stupid he must look turned away, blushing slightly, facing his bassist.

"Hey, you know anything bout this band Morningstar?"

A/N: Well I hoped you liked it, please tell me what you think. I want to portray Jack like how he is in the movie and if someone could give me advise on his character that'd be a big help.

Also, I'm not giving the girls name out yet. Kinda want you to find it out with Jack.

I'm a huge AFI fan, but music overall I want to incorporate into this story's theme.

I'm sort of basing Wednesday on my best friend, platonic soul/life mate, and brother…Wednesday. He really is a guitarist, beautiful one at that, hilarious, and sings beautifully and since he's actually using some of the song lyrics I've written over the years and turning them into music I want to put him in my first story thing.

Anyways RR and be honest with me! V

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