Disclaimer: I own Nix and Merry Harris. Oh and Kyle and Mary.

Ok here goes!

Chapter One

"Ah fuck! MERRY!" I yelled running down the stairs. I took my shoe off and threw it at the pudgy figure on the couch.

Merry shot up immediately. "Gah, what now Nix, I was sleeping."

"Were you eating cheese covered nacho's over my computer? Again?" I glared at her.

Merry sat up and looked at me blankly. "Uh um, why do you want to know?"

"Cause there's mouse shit all over the key board." I snapped. Merry was silent. I sighed; I had a tendency to be very impatient, if you couldn't guess by me throwing a shoe at my sleeping sister instead of waiting to talk to her later.

"Well, maybe I might have done something." She said, scratching her head and pretending to think.

"Let me guess you where up late again typing up your fan fic stories?" I rolled my eyes. I have nothing against fan fiction, but I do have something against mouse shit and nacho fingers on my stuff.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah I was ok?" She said yawning.

"Oh just give it up Mer, Legolas is not going to come through the computer screen and marry you." I told her.

"Oh puh-lease Nix, I'm done writing Legomances. I moved on." She said as sophisticated as her fourteen-year-old voice could muster. I laughed at her, causing her to laugh as well.

"So what are you writing now?" I smirked.

"An outsiders story where the whole gang pops out of my computer and Two-Bit marry's me. He digs blondes." She said grinning and flipping her blonde hair. Too bad she has little experience flipping her hair and she flipped her glasses off instead. I caught them and threw them back at her.

"Yeah, really nice there Merry." I said sarcastically.

"Yeah you wish you had my looks." She said standing up and striking a pose. I looked at her. Merry was my fourteen-year-old sister whom wore brightly colored clothes that often mismatched. Today for example, she was wearing bright pink leather pants and a camouflaged green shirt. It didn't help that her pink pants where skintight and her shirt was huge on her; it made her look larger than she actually was.

Merry wasn't overweight or anything, she just had a little bit extra baggage. I always thought it was because she spends too much time in the house and never goes outside. The only walking she does is to the computer, bed, or kitchen, and occasionally to the TV. Aside from the clothes, she had nice blonde hair and blue eyes. She was actually pretty, but one might not realize it from her clothes.

"I might wish I had you looks… if you took fashion advice from me." I said, trying to not tell her, in a harsh and obvious way, that her clothes looked as weird as she really is, and trust me she is quite weird. She worships N'sync and was a diehard Lord of the Rings fan (she learned elvish too). If you look as the standee of Legolas in her room, it's completely covered in her saliva that it looks like it's about to sag to the ground. One of her weird traditions is that every first of the month, she lights socks on fire, puts the fire out and shoves it down her pants. She found some of her old underwear, put it on her head so that it all piles up, then somehow turned it into a ball named the 'Undieball'. She still plays with it. I could go on, but I won't.

(A/N: I have nothing against people who do/have done/are going to do this. Some of this might not seem weird, but I'm only taking this out of my sister's definition of weird. I don't think some of this is weird… some.)

Yeah you might wonder why I still talk to her, I sometimes wonder why I do. But she's not that weird sometimes, she's livable, plus my friend Kyle thinks she's amazing and fun to study. Yeah, he's a bit coo coo himself.

Merry rolled her eyes. "Puh-lease, you, fashion? Look at yourself, you look weird." Yup, that word weird comes up again, it's our everyday vocab word. "Whose jeans are those, Kyle's?" She said pointing to my baggy jeans.

I looked down at my pants. I didn't see anything wrong with them; they were just my normal pants being held up by my favorite bottle cap belt that said, 'Five Stories Up'. That was the name of our band. I had my belt customized to say that and I sometimes flashed it to the crowd at the end of our gigs.

"Well, yeah, the ones he grew out of. They're comfy!" I said. It was true, they are. Granted, not as comfy as sweatpants, but they look better than sweatpants.

"Not if they get wet!" Merry argued.

"Dude, ok, I'm sixteen. I'm not about to piss my pants ok?"

"Well why do you wear boxers? It's not like you have a 'you know what' to make it easier to pee." She asked.

"Um, a penis? So I like to wear my pants low kill me. Boxers have better designs on them anyways so its better to show those off than some damn lacy panties!" I said. Merry turned her head to the side and thought.

"Yeah you're right actually, can I borrow a pair of yours?" She asked. Oh I know she would pull them on right over her pants like there was nothing wrong.

"Err, so I have a gig tonight." I said. Changing the subject. "You wanna come? I can get you in if you don't so anything stupid."

"What do I do that's stupid?" She asked, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose and pulling her pants up as high as they could go. I rolled my eyes at her.

"The nachos over the keyboard and the damn mouse shit! Does that ring a bell?" I screamed. Yeah, I can loose it a bit quick I know, but I'm cool now. I'm calm... err, yeah.

"That's not stupid, that's me being hungry." Merry said as a matter of fact. I growled in frustration. I clenched my teeth, refusing to lose it again. I sighed still clenching my teeth.

"So do you wanna come or not?" I snapped.

"Nah, I gotta finish typing up another chapter." She said. I shrugged and went to finish getting ready for my gig. "Oh wait," Merry called. I looked back at her. "You're not gonna wear that shirt are you?" I looked down at my white wife beater.

"Um yes? I was just gonna go upstairs and get the band tie." Yeah well out whole band had one uniform rule, and that was we all had to wear a black tie, or have it with us every gig. It was a kind of good luck thing. Me and some other band mates usually wore it around our necks or stuffed it in our pockets, well except for Kyle and Mary. Kyle was the drummer so he usually wore it around his head so people could see it and Mary, my best friend and a big slut, wore reveling clothes and tied her tie around one of her limbs so it would stand out more.

"Oh ok." Merry said kind of shyly.

"Why, did you do something with it?" I asked narrowing my eyes.

"Who me? Of course not!" She said. I thought I heard her mumble 'Except mope up Leggy with it.' But I had to rehearse a bit with the band soon before the gig.

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"Ok guys I think we're good to go." Kyle said.

"Do you really mean that or are you just saying that cause you're eating one of those Taco Bell things?" I asked. (A/N: you know those commercials that say 'good to go' and do the funny hand swoop?)

Kyle pretended to look hurt. "No of course not! Do you think I would randomly say that and put our gig in jeopardy?" He asked.

"Yes." Mary and I said.

"Well I think we are ok to go so let's pack up the van and go." Mary said.

"Ok, guys, can you do that for me? I gotta check up on Merry and such." I said.

"Alright, we'll see you at the club then k?" Kyle said, and saluted. I rolled my eyes and closed the garage door.

"Yoooohoooo, Meeeeeerry!" I called heading up the stairs. I figured she was in my room again using the computer.

I jumped a foot and fell down the stairs when I heard Merry scream. "God that hurt. Good thing it was only three steps." I said to myself shaking my head.

"Ack! Get away from me you computer virus alien thing!" I heard her shout.

"Merry!" I sprinted up the stairs and opened the door. My jaw hit the floor at what I saw.

Hey ok, no flames please! Just tell my what you thought, go easy, it's my first shot at humor!

-Banana4422

Oh, and I would like to thank my beta reader Tiff. And if this chapter sucks, then sorry Tiff, you're fired! Lol jk