Jeremy and Liana: Their Untold Story

Chapter 1. The girl on stage

"Ian hurry up!" I say.

"What's the use?" he asks, "We're already late."

I roll my eyes, grab my guitar, and head out the door.

"Hey! Wait for me!" he yells.

Five minutes later, we arrive at the inn. I brace myself for the scolding we're about receive for being late. But when I get inside, there's two girls on stage singing.

"Cheeky they are, taking our place," Ian smirked.

"Not bad though," I say.

"Not bad, for girls," Ian responds.

I really hope he didn't mean that. Ian's a lot of things, but he's not a sexist jerk, who thinks girls can't do anything but cook and clean. I forget what he said and listen to the song. The words are beautiful, "Can't go back, so we gotta go on. We'll stick together staying strong." Obviously they're going somewhere, but a Diamond Castle seems a little to odd.

Their song finished and they stepped off stage. Ian was giving me the look that said, "Let's go and introduce ourselves." I nod and begin walking over to where they're seated.

All of a sudden, I feel butterflies in my stomach as Ian and I approach the girls. My heart skips a beat, when the blonde one smiles at me. Ian begins strumming his guitar, I do the same. The song we made up was simple, but stupid. I was about to sing the next line, when someone pours ice water on me.

"What? Hey!" I turn and face the person.

"That's for leaving without a good-bye!" she smirks and walks off.

"Oh, sorry," Ian laughs, "that was meant for me."

"I feel for you," I say.

"Far be it from us to spoil a happy reunion." The blonde girl says, "Come on Alexa."

"No, no my apologies," Ian stammers, "That was ancient history."

I tap my brother's shoulder, "Uh, Ian…"

Another girl was getting ready to throw something at Ian. I grab his arm and yank him out of the way, just in time for the mashed potatoes to hit our boss in the face.

"Smells like mashes potatoes too," the dark haired girl commented and walked off with her friend.

Ian dashes under the table and I follow him.

"They skipped out," I say.

"Incredible," Ian remarks," and we always get the girl."

I shoot my brother a look, he always "gets the girl".

"Wait," Ian says picking up a hanker chief, "the story's not over."

"I'm guessing, they left it on purpose," I say, trying to hold back a smile.

"So we could return it." Ian finishes.

"Would a girl do that?" I ask.

"It is possible," he answers.

"The only polite thing to do is find them." I respond.

"Definitely," he agrees.

We crawl out from under the table, someone steps in front of us.

"Nice to see you too, Bertha," Ian says, looking a bit scared.