Chapter One.

By Wyverna.

Zack was shredding guitar at a show, with everyone cheering for him.

"ZACK AT-TACK! ZACK AT-TACK!"

Suddenly he heard a rim-mim-mim from behind him, and Katie came up to the front of the stage, doing a kick-ass bass solo.

"Katie? What are you doing here?" he asked in disbelief.


"That's a nice way to greet your sister," she said smirking.

"Shut up! This is my dream, so get out of it!"

"What if I don't want to? I'm not sure how I got in it, but it's a pretty good dream. Screaming fans, awesome show, being shown all around the world... Why can't I dream stuff like this?"

"I don't care why not! Just go!" Zack yelled. He noticed the fans looking a bit confused, and silently groaned. Katie was ruining everything! She smiled calmly.

"OK. But if I go, I'm taking you with me."

"Whatever, Katie!"

"Fine..."

"Katie! Katie! Katie... Katie..." Zack mumbled her name in his sleep, tossing and turning. "Katie..."

"What?" Zack sat bolt upright in bed.

"Katie! Get out of my room!"

"Deja vu, much? First you kick me out of your dream, now out of your room!" she pointed out. He looked at her.

"You-You shared my dream? As if it's not enough that I have to live with you, and go to school with you, and have band practice with you, now I have to dream with you!"

Katie sighed. "Stop your ranting, Zacky. We've got to go to school." She threw the covers off him, and he pulled them straight back up in an effort to hide the fact that he was only in his boxers.

"One of these days, Katie, you're going to see something you'll regret."

"I already have, Zack. We used to take baths together when we were little, remember?" She pulled the covers back down, and wandered downstairs. She, of course, was already dressed. He sometimes wondered if she was a clone of Summer made to annoy him. The Sum-Kat 3000, or some such thing.

Sighing, he got out of his bed and got dressed in his boring boring uniform. He ran a brush through his hair, not that it ever had much effect, and went downstairs.

"Hey, mom." He frowned. "Where's my cereal?" His mom turned around, wiping her hands on her apron.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but Katie just finished it. Have some toast instead."

He growled. "I don't want toast. I want my cereal."

"Well, you can't have any. I'll pick some more up at the store after work, but you'll have to have toast for now." He saw Katie smile at him from across the table and felt like throwing his piece of toast right at her smug little face. But of course, he didn't.

"I'll skip breakfast, mom. I'll pick up a donut on the way."

"Don't be stupid, Zack. You can't have a donut for breakfast. Honestly, there is no need to sulk just because you can't get what you want. You would never catch Katie doing that. At times like these it is just so obvious that you're the youngest. Try and stop that, hmm? Now, off to school! And take that toast with you, Zack."