Okay! Um... I didn't update for a while... I took a little break because I had exams... and homework ... and... PLEASE DON'T KILL ME WITH YOUR ATOMIC BOMBS!

Really, just, really?

Let's just do it!

I do not own any of these shows, characters, settings, etc. Just this story and anything you don't recognize.

**Chase's POV**

Oh my. The last time I saw my big brother was ten years ago. Ten years. And now we're finally reunited. Only... how do I tell the others that he's my brother? Oh, here's a good idea! I DON'T. Bree would go NUTS. And who knows what else could happen? It might put him in danger with... stop thinking about this! All that happens is I see every possible scenario and it's not pretty. Okay, changing the subject!

Man, the screaming hasn't stopped! Bree still screams whenever Austin goes within 20 feet of her. Then he usually expands the distance to 100 feet. Ha!

He seems impressed... but he's famous. Shouldn't he be a millionare, too? Or does he have one of those labels who take all the money? Or maybe his manager does that? Who is his manager, anyway? I didn't see one. I would ask Bree, but... oops, look at the time! I need to eat lunch!

THE NEXT MORNING, 1:30 AM

Everyone's sleeping. Except for the pair of long- lost brothers, of course! We're talking on the couch We have TEN YEARS to catch up on. Although, the average teen needs 9-12 hours of sleep a night... but to be fair, I just woke up a half hour ago to start the catching up.

"...And they ended up BOTH dressing as me! It was creepy... and Ally had the same costume as Taylor Swift... which was awesome! And then Taylor Swift got hurt and Ally sung the song with me instead. A happy ending for everyone!" Austin concludes some story that I didn't hear the beginning of.

"That's great, Austin!" I said, sounding as enthusiastic as possible. Why can't he be less... well, exactly like he was ten years ago...

"So what about you? What's something weird that happened to you here?" Austin questions. Well...

"How long do you have?" I reply, earning laughter from Austin. "No, seriously,"

"Fine... I'll tell another one about me!" Austin says, as if I was pressuring him to keep talking about himself. Well, he is a Davenport. And he definitely shows it!

"How about something more... close to when we got split up?" he asks.

"Sure, why not?" I say sarcastically, but he, being himself, takes it literally. Why does he have to be that way?

**Austin's POV**

He wants this story, then fine! He'll get it! Flashback time!

I had just gotten myself to the great city of Miami, 3000 miles away from where I didn't want to be- the perfect distance! I found this building called "Moon's Mattress Kingdom" and, not knowing what a bed was at the time, wondered what on earth the things inside were. So I went in, and after a bit of me being in alone, this woman walked up to me, looking concerned.

"Little boy, where are your parents?" the woman asked.

After a while of me not responding, she caught on that I was an "orphan" and gave a sad look.

"What's your name?" she asked. I, not having a real name, just that stupid letter-number pair, A2...

I pause and wince a little at my mention of my "birth name" but then continue after a few moments.

... I told her, "I can't remember, but I think it started with A and its second letter was on the second half of the alphabet,"

"Oh..." she replied, and a man had walked over, too at this point.

"Honey, this boy's orphaned and we have to take him in," the woman said to the man

"I see. Can we name him with an M like we planned?" the man asked her as she shook her head.

"No. His name starts with A and has a second letter in the second half of the alphabet, N-Z,"

"Oh... An... Ao... Ap... Aq... Ar... As... At... Au... Au! Austin! It's perfect!" the man, who I now would know as Dad, said.

"And his middle name can start with M!" The woman, my new mom, suggested.

"But... I can't think of any boys' names that start with M!" Dad cried.

"Then give him a girls' middle name! It's not like anyone will know it anyway! How about Monica?" Mom suggested the tragedy that would actually become my middle name.

"Perfect! Austin Monica Moon!" Dad tested it out, and Mom and Dad both showed a positive reaction. I smiled, but I was actually frightened by their odd personalities. I didn't trust many people back then, and I still don't really now.

All I thought for the rest of a VERY long time was "Why, why, WHY did I have to wonder what a mattress was?"

"Austin Monica Moon..." Chase muses.

"Stop it!" I beg at his teasing.

"Austin Monica Moon..." he repeats.

"How'd you get your name anyway?" I ask. Chase shrugs.

"I was C..." he winced at the letter just as I had, "...and Chase starts with C, so... not much behind it. But your story was quite amusing, Austin Monica Moon"

"Stop making fun of me! I swear, sometimes I'm more of the younger brother!" I whine, making Chase laugh.

"Sometimes?!" he shouts much too loudly between chuckles.

"Shhh! People will wake up!" I whisper, shutting him up. Then a light turns on. Chase runs as quickly and quietly as possible down the hall to... wherever it is that he sleeps. I pretend to sleep on the couch. I hear footsteps coming toward me, then they stop.

"Austin, I know you're awake," the voice of my girlfriend says matter-of-a-factly above me.

I open my eyes. "Man! How'd you know?" I whine.

"Well, I just heard laughing no more than two minutes ago," she answers.

"Well, I was just watching a funny dog video on my MyTab. Why are you up, anyway?" I ask.

"Why are you up and watching videos on your MyTab?" Ally comes back.

"Oh, you should know what I do at night, considering you and Trish spied on me! How could you do that?" I suddenly drop it on her that I know about that.

"Well, it was Trish's idea... since you were acting weird and all." she says innocently. "How did you even know?"

"Maybe because... oh, gee! You were on a ladder right outside my bedroom window!"

"Okay, I'm sorry! You know how Trish is!" Ally apologizes. Well, knowing her, it's sincere.

"Yeah, I know. It's fine... I guess..." I forgive her.

"Why did you walk out of your room crying?" Ally asks out of nowhere.

"None of your business! Just like my nightly routine!" I shout.

"QUIET!" a man's voice screams from upstairs. Oh gosh...

"Goodnight!" I whisper as Ally tiptoes back to the guest room as silently as possible.

I snuggle under my blanket and cuddle Sargent Bearington. Soon I silently drift into slumber, with no crying this time. The scars will never be completely gone, but they're definitely at least a little bit healed.

Okay... erm... I think I'll start a schedule again, like my early days on this website. We'll try Tuesdays and Thursdays, since those are just about the only days I'm free. Just don't kill me if the schedule doesn't work.

You know, if you say "Don't kill me", they'll just want to kill you.

Well, NOW they do!

Just don't kill me! Classic rock is great! AC/DC, Guns 'n' Roses, Aerosmith, Led Zeppelin, Rolling Stones, Eagles! They're awesome!

Well someone studied up on their classic rock.

I know, right? And it wasn't even hard!

Then why do you fail school? I get straight A's.

Well, it's not hard when it's not x squared divided by 3... MATH IS FOR NUMBERS, NOT LETTERS!

*facepalms* It's called ALGEBRA!

I don't CARE!

Well... random fact of the day time.

*Drumroll*

The tip of a bullwhip moves so fast that the sound it makes is actually a tiny sonic boom.

SONIC BOOM! ... But it really has to be about a weapon AGAIN?

I... didn't even realize... oh well!

You're crazy! You just want us to die, don't you? This is the only fangirl group I've ever seen that HATES ME! *starts sobbing* I don't want to be hated! What did I do? *sniffs

Bye- bye!