“Hey, darlin’ come jam with me,” Corey called over from his relaxed position on his drum stool, shoulders slouched and navy blue sweater wrinkled in some places.

Lyric looked over at her brother, marking the page of her latest Star Trek book with her finger and watched Corey pout at her, well aware of her position after being blind for so long. He’s made it an art form and she’d often call his Iggy because of this.

God knows that if he had the chance Corey would set off explosions similar to the birdkid.

“What do you want to play?”

Corey frowned as he shrugged. “Iunno, anything really. I just want to play but if I did it by myself that means I’m interrupting your readin’ and that’d be rude.

It always used to surprise her how considerate Corey could be, but by the time she’d hit the age of 9 and he’d pick her up after she’d fall and gently clean her wounds despite not being able to see them, she stopped. It was just who he was. Smiling softly, Lyric carefully marked her page and set her second hand book on the low lining coffee table before walking over to where her guitar rest in its stand.

“You start, Cor, I’ll come in when I find a rhythm,” she said as she sat on the edge of the couch, tuning her guitar till it was perfect.

“Think of it this way, practice for the tour in two days. Even if we are dicking around,” he said as he turned back to his set, easily picking up his sticks and tapping an experimental beat on one of his symbols.

“Dicking around or not, we’re staying sharp,” Lyric murmured, strumming a slow, sweet rhythm on her sticker coated guitar while she waited for Corey to start up a beat that she could flow into. When he finally started playing, she couldn’t help but giggle. He picked the Powerpuff Girls intro. Shaking her head, she followed along with the guitar and they easily morphed from the theme into random, heavy beats with strong double bass and complicated guitar riffs; carrying on with this for an hour until they decided they were hungry.

“Is Turtle coming with us?” Corey asked as he wiped his face with a small hand towel before dragging it up into his hair.

Lyric looked over at him from where she was setting her guitar down in its stand. “He doesn’t come everywhere we go, you know.”

“Yes he does. Ly, he’s your boyfriend, he’s here all the time. You’re practically married.”

“It’s been a month, asshole. Shut up about it already,” Lyric grumbled as she stood and moved to the kitchen, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge for both of them. “You’re just jelly because Amelia won’t talk to you,” she said, tossing the water across the room to Corey who caught it easily in his left hand and cracked it open.

“Be that as it may, me and Miss Pond are none of your business.”

“Likewise with me and Tony, and doesn’t she get annoyed at you calling her Pond all the time? Does she even get the reference?” Lyric asked as she sat at the kitchen counter.

“No idea,” Corey said joining her at the kitchen. “But from what you said, she has bright red hair and she certainly has legs that go on for days so she can’t be all that bad.”

“Nah, she’s a gem, Amy is. How she settled for you is beyond me,” Lyric said as she sipped her water.

“Oi, I’m quite the catch I am. Anyone’d lucky to have me!”

“I know, I just love seeing you squirm. Now come on, I want to get some food,” Lyric grabbed Corey’s arm and dragged him out of their house and down the street, arms linked as they took the piss out of each other.

“So you and the turtle shag yet? You guys bumped uglies? Done the mattress mumbo? The horizontal tango? The dance with no pants? Been slipped the hot beef injection?” Corey asked as they walked into the diner a couple blocks from home.

“Corey, shut up! We’re in public. Yes we have, no shush,” Lyric whispered harshly to him, her pretty face a bright shade of pink.

“You guys being safe?” Corey asked seriously as they joined the line behind a group of guys.

“You know the rules, little sister. Even if you’re a Klingon, put that thing on.”

Lyric hid her face in her hands in embarrassment, why did they need to talk about this in public? Why did they need to talk about this at all? The day had been pleasant up until this moment. Trust Corey to ruin a perfectly good brother/sister bond sesh.

“Corey, you asking me this is like me asking you if you’ve put the hood on the wood when you do it with Amy. I don’t want to know, I don’t need to know, I could go my whole life without knowing. Now drop it. Please,” she groaned, finally pulling her hands from her face in time to see one of the guys ahead of her turn to face her in amusement and slight embarrassment.

Of course Tony Perry has to be here at this moment. Fucking perfect.

“Oh,” Corey said as he turned his head forwards and inhaled slightly heavier than normal before grinning happily as if nothing had happened. “Hey, TP, how’s it going? You here with the guys?”

It was moments like these that Lyric really contemplated murdering her brother.

Notes

So I guess I updated. Yay.
I've decided that I will keep this going, but it will only be little snippets of Tony and Lyric's relationship. Featuring Corey, because he likes to third wheel and cock block.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little insight into the brother/sister relationship between the two and I'll see you guys when I next update. *rubs back of neck* Whenever that may be.
Hope you guys got my Maximum Ride and Doctor Who references, if not then oh well.

Please go over and read my other story. It's a Mike one and if you like my writing style with this fic then you'll like that one.

Thanks for reading guys, I love you all.