Forever? Forever.

"There's my little girl," my dad said the moment he opened the front door, a huge smile on his face. I wrapped my arms around his neck, standing on my tip-toes to make this less awkward as my dad wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me off the ground slightly causing me to giggle before placing me back down on my feet. "What're you doing here?"

"The creature you call a son," I answered with amusement after releasing my father, crossing my arms with a smile on my face. "He told me yesterday to meet him here at ten."

Dad chuckled. "Well that would explain why Luke is up before tweleve in the afternoon."

"That would be so." I pushed some strains of my fallen hair behind my ears. "So, where is Lucas?"

"I'm right here," the voice of my brother had both me and my father looking back, seeing my brother making his way through from the kitchen. He had a breakfast bar in his hand, a coke can in the other, dressed surprisingly well this morning. He wore his normal black skinny jeans, black converses, a button up red shirt and his hair was quiffed perfectly. I saw his attention go to the clock in the hallway before looking at me, a smile on his face. "Wow, you're right on time, sis."

"Oh, shut up," I rolled my eyes at his comment. Okay, I may have had it coming to be hoenst with you. I'm seriously the worst person with being somewhere on time. But I surely made sure to be here so I didn't have to hear my brother's smart comments. Well, apparently that blew out the window. "Are you ready, Luke? Because if not, do so now."

Lucas rolled his eyes at my command. "I'm ready, dang. I got me something for the drive."

"Speaking of which, Luke, why am I driving you again?" I questioned with an eyebrow raised, my arms still crossed.

"Royal Blue is in the shop," dad answered before Lucas could open his mouth to answer me. I turned my attention to my father. Now I was slightly interested. "He let the car overheat, the enguine gave up on him. Lucas here was glad it didn't explode."

"Typical," I rolled my eyes while making my way towards my car. "Bye, daddy. Now, come on Luke."

"Sure, whatever."

While I was walking towards the car I heard both my brother and father mutter a goodbye before I finally reached my car and got inside. Not a second after Lucas got inside with me. We both buckled up and I slowly backed out of the driveway.

"So where is the Nebraska service taking you this morning?" I questioned very amused while driving down the highway, catching a glimpse of my brother throwing both his wrapper and empty coke can out of the window. "Lucas!"

"What? No one is behind us." Lucas answered me nonchalantly while rolling the passenger side window back up. He slouched down some in his seat, messing around on his phone. Even though he looks so responsible all dressed up today, my little brother was still my immature brother. "And to answer your question I need you to take me to Johnny's Bar."

I raised an eyebrow, nearly slamming on breaks but decided against it. "What? Why the hell do I need take you there?" my questions came out demanded, not giving my brother any room to ignore them. "You're twenty, Lucas. You're not old enough to be anywhere near Johnny's."

"I know that protective," my brother rolled his eyes at me, stretching the world protective out. It was true. I am pretty protective over him. But it was only because he is my little brother and I'm his big sister. You would think he'd understand that by now. "I'm not going to drink anything. I'm going for an interview, Jesus. Johnny saw me there a few days ago with dad, and he offered me an interview."

Well, I felt embarassed now.

"Oh, well then," I said since I was lost for words as I continued driving. The rest of the way to the familiar bar was silent, sort of awkward in a way. But the moment we finally pulled into the parking lot and when Lucas went to climb out of the car, I broke the silence. "Do you need me to come in with you?"

I saw Lucas roll his eyes before closing the door to my car, making his way towards the entrance of the bar. Well, fuck you as well, Lucas.

For anyone who has younger siblings, I feel for you. I truly do. Because I know what brats-or assholes-they can be.

I slouched back into the driver seat and turned my car off, rolling the windows down before I did so, listening to the soft rock channel I had already playing as I waited for my brother's interview to be over. I looked over the bar and smiled some, remembering so many memories that went into this bar. Long nights, birthday parties, laughs, jokes, blackmail(which normally was either me or Jimmy, sometimes Matt), and many teasing nights(which were normally mine and Zacky's doing). Johnny's Bar was the place when me and the guys were younger, and I'm sure they still went here every now and again. I give anything they've already got Arin drunk to say he was part of the gang now. But they'd probably never tell me that.

My fingers ran through my brown hair, and I held the ends expecting them, seeing how dead they were. I was in the need for a trim, badly. I jumped a bit when my phone vibrated in my pocket, and I slowly pulled it out of my phone. An eyebrow rose when I saw it was a message from Zacky. Giving into my curious nature I opened it.

Zacky Vee: See, mommy, daddy can make my hair pretty too. But all this little sass queen is all yours.

I smiled as I saw the attachedment he sent with the message. Apparently Eliana wanted another bun in her head, and surprisingly Zacky did such a wonderful job with it. And I must say, the little duck face Ellie was giving the camera was a bit cute. But it did show how much of my sass she recieved. Don't get me wrong, okay? Zack has some sass in him, too. He just doesn't like to admit it.

With a smile I replied back to his message.

Nebraska: Awe, so cute. Daddy seems like he can make baby girl's hair even more prettier than mommy. And I'll have you know, se has half of your genes as well. So that sass comes from you, too, Zachary James.

Zacky Vee: Whatever you say, Nebraska Lynne.

I rolled my eyes and closed my phone back once again, after saving the picture of my daughter. And once again I was sitting here waiting for my brother to get down with his interview. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the seat, thinking that maybe getting a little nap might be what I could do to past the time.

X


"How'd it go?" I questioned my brother the moment he opened the passenger side door and getting inside, buckling himself in. He looked at me with a smile on his face and I laughed some while turning the car back on. "That good, huh?"

"It went better than good," Lucas boosted with his smile never failing, leaning back into the passenger side door. "I believe I got this job being the bartender, Braska."

I smiled at him while backing out of the parking lot and back into the highway. "Well, I'm proud of you." giving my brother a sideways glance, a smirk appeared on my face. "How about we go tell the guys. Maybe they think you'll give them drinks for half off since they know you."

"Totally," Lucas snorted a laugh. "Basically Zack will. After all the times he bailed me out of some crazy shit, he'll probably think I own him a free drink."

"He would, Luke. I don't think you're too far off there."

It was quiet between the two of us once again, but I didn't really mind it. But the next question from my brother took me off guard.

"How you and Zack ever thought about getting back together?"

"Well...I..." I didn't know how to answer that question ot be honest with you all. Me and Zacky have been doing good being friends these past three years, and still raising our daughter as we were before, just we weren't together. It was a lie that Luke was one of the many people upset over me and Zacky breaking up, but in time he got over it. But I guess he still wondered from time to time. I did too. "Well, no. No not really, Luke. Why?"

Lucas shrugged his shoulders. "Just curious."

I rolled my eyes. "Now I know that's not the only reason why, Luke. Tell me. Now."

"I just miss seeing you two happy together is all," Lucas asnwered me with a sigh, slocuhing more into the passenger side chair with his arms crossed over his chest. He uncrossed his arms to rub the back of his neck slightly, looking at me some. "It's weird seeing you two with other people."

"I thought you got over it, Luke," I sighed while continuing to drive, making my way towards the studio like Luke and I talked about before.

"I did," somehow I knew there was a lie somewhere between that answer, but I remained silent. "But I can't help but wonder sometimes, okay? My whole childhood I grew up around you two being together, and the guys. And then I grew up with you two being boyfriend and girlfriend. Then you two had Ellie. It's just hard seeing you two not together anymore...just because I know how cute and right you two were for each other."

"Well I'm happy you thought we were cute," I giggled some, but soon that stopped and I sighed as a frown was on my face. "But that is in the past. Like I told Brian, all me and Zacky are now are friends. He is happily in a relationship with Meaghan and I couldn't be anymore happy for him."

"But what about you? Are you happy?"

"Yes, I'm very happy," my answer came out emotionless like, but I didn't take note of it. "I know you miss how everything use to be, but this is how everything is now."

"Well, even though you don't believe it, I think you two will get back together."

"You are seriously pushing it, Lucas," I grumbled as my eyes narrowed, getting annoyed with my brother. The happiness I felt for him slowly fading as he was going back to the little brat I knew growing up. "I'm about to push you out of this damn car while it's still in motion."

"Whatever," Lucas rolled his eyes. "But I will have you know I will gloat the minute it happens. Far warning."

"Lucas!"

Lucas only rolled his eyes once more and settled into his seat, closing his eyes as we both listened to the radio. I couldn't stand him at times, and he knew it too. But he knew I could never hate it. He was my baby brother, and my only brother. So I had no choice but to love him. But with things like this he makes me hate him so much, it wasn't even funny how much he could upset me the way he did.

But I guess he did have a point. There were times that I wonder if Zack and I could get back together and be happy again, and then I remember we were just better off as friends. And that was all we would ever be. But right now I don't need to worry about that. Because right now, I have to get my pain in the ass brother to the studio so he can gloat to the guys on how he'll be giving them free drinks for now on.

This should be interesting.

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