A/N: This oneshot was requested by a guest user, who wanted to see something where Laney and/or Chloe were babysitting Libby, another one of the background characters. If you don't know who she is, I recommend you look her up in the Grojband Wiki, she's so adorable! Corey and Laney kinda flirt in this one, so there's that, too! Hope you enjoy!

"Thank you, Peaceville!"

The band played the last notes of their song before letting out a sigh of relief. This was the first time they'd managed to get through the set list for their upcoming gig without any mishaps. Corey set his guitar down and hopped off the stage, just to fall back on the floor in complete and utter exhaustion.

"Great rehearsal today, guys!" He called from the floor. "Fantastic job, Lanes."

Laney jokingly rolled her eyes, feeling her face begin to go red. She set her bass down and sat on the floor beside him, watching as his eyes rolled completely to the side to look at her.

"Jeez, if we're this tired after a rehearsal, can you imagine how tired we'll be after the actual show?" She said quietly. Kin and Kon had passed out on the stage just after they had played their final notes, and there was no way Laney was gonna be the thing that woke them up. They'd never let it go.

"I don't wanna think about it," Corey said, rolling on his stomach.

Laney giggled. She pulled Corey's signature beanie swiftly off of his head and placed it on her own, only for it to droop over her eyes, bringing her red locks down with it. Corey looked up at her, trying to look annoyed but a smile cascaded over his face anyhow.

"Whatcha' looking at, Riffin?" Laney asked, fighting the blush creeping across her cheeks.

"Nothing," Corey said nonchalantly. "You're just lucky my hat looks cute on you, or else I would've taken it back by now."

Laney's face flushed red at his charming comment. She looked away, flustered, mumbling a soft "shut up." Corey smirked and let his face fall back on the ground, beginning to wonder what the rest of today would entail.

Well, he got his answer shortly after. The garage door opened with a loud, sharp ccrREAKK, revealing Chloe standing on the other side, with a kid beside her, trying to walk away. Kin and Kon both woke up from the disturbance, and began whining about how bright the outside world was.

"Chloe? What're you doing here?" Laney queried, quickly removing Corey's beanie from her head in hopes her sister wouldn't notice.

"Well, I have a favor to ask of you," Chloe said, keeping a manicured hand planted on the kid's shoulder, thereby keeping her in place. The girl rolled her eyes, flipping her bright green hair out of her face.

"And that favor would be...?" Laney trailed off expectantly.

"This is Libby," Chloe explained, gesturing to the girl beside her, "and I'm technically supposed to be looking after her for her mom, but Gigi and Emma called, and I'd much rather third wheel them. No offense, Libby."

"None taken, Ginger," Libby scoffed.

"Anyway," Chloe continued, "do you think you and your band mates could watch her for me? You're good with kids, right?"

Laney shrugged. "I guess? I mean, we've got a few groupies that seem to be around her age, but we just finished practice, and we're all really tired-"

"Great! Thanks so much for doing this!" Chloe gently shoved Libby inside the garage, despite her sister's passive protests. "Have fun!"

Laney sighed and dropped to the floor. So much for relaxing after running through 14 songs. Meanwhile, Libby looked around the garage, her eyes landing on the pinball machine shoved in the corner.

"Where'd you guys get this?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Long story," Corey said, getting up from his place on the floor and walking over to Laney, kneeling beside her. He jokingly patted her head before continuing. "Basically, those two over there," he gestured to Kin and Kon, who waved lazily back, "thought it be a good idea to "rebel" and become a "punk band." So the spray painted the band logo on the back of the machine. The person who owned it got real angry, and said they didn't want it anymore, so those two brought it back here."

"Cool," Libby smiled, showing her slightly crooked teeth. She shoved her hair away from her face again, walking around to the back of the machine. "Does it work?"

"Yeah," Laney replied, sitting up on her elbows, "but you'll need quarters." She dug around in the pockets of her jeans, the cold metal of the quarters hitting her fingers soon after. She always had loose change, sometimes it was the only way to get Kin and Kon to shut up. Laney tossed Libby a few quarters, sighing sarcastically.

"Y'know, I never thought about how ridiculous it was that we have to pay to use our pinball machine." Laney mumbled to Corey, turning on her side to look at him. "Have you ever thought about how ridiculous that is?"

Corey laughed, ruffling her hair a bit. "Yes, my dear Lanes, it haunts my every waking hour...of course not."

"This is really cool!" Libby said to no one in particular as she slid another quarter into the machine. As it turns out, this kid was prodigy at pinball. Well, she was better than anybody else in the band, but it was practically the same thing.

"Dang, shortstack," Corey said, slightly in awe, as he got up from the garage floor and walked over to admire Libby's skills. "You're pretty good!"

She shrugged. "Thanks, and don't call me "shortstack." The other redhead is already calling me "Libs." How do you put up with her?"

Corey leaned against the pinball machine. "We don't, Laney does. She has to live with her, can you believe that?" He joked, glancing over at Laney, who was now giving him one of her infamous "seriously?" looks from across the room.

"No way." Libby abandoned the pinball machine, dropping to the floor on her knees beside Laney. Her sneakers squeaked harshly on the concrete, but nobody seemed to care. "You have to live with her? How? She's so annoying!"

"Tell me about it," Laney deadpanned, sitting up on her elbows again, "I've had to help her with a date setup for two I've barely interacted with! She also dangles the fact that she has a car in front of my face, and consistently teases me about..." her eyes landed on Corey absentmindedly, "certain things."

Libby followed her eyes. She cocked her thumb back in Corey's direction. "Certain things?" Like him?"

"No," Laney hissed, grabbing Libby's wrist and bringing it away from Corey's vision, "and be quiet!"

"Oh, so he is that certain thing!" Libby laughed in fake astonishment, keeping her voice hushed as per Laney's request. She was having fun with Laney's little secret. "You're really bad at hiding who you like!"

Laney bit the inside of her cheek, rolling her eyes. Why did this kid have to be right? She'd already made up her mind that children would be the death of her.

Corey had sensed a bit of awkward tension, or maybe it was just Laney being overly sarcastic as per usual. Either way, he interjected himself into the conversation.

"So, Libby, what kind of music are you into?" He asked excitedly, sitting on the couch.

She turned to face Corey, shrugging. "I dunno, all kinds, I guess. I'm pretty into rock music though!"

Corey's face lit up. "Really?! What're your favorite bands?" He was ecstatic.

(quick a/n: before i continue, all the bands i'm listing are actual bands, and i would recommend y'all to check them out if you haven't already!)

Libby thought the question over for a moment before answering. "Well, I really like The Bravery, Get Scared, The Without, Deftones, Incubus-oh! And I also really like your guys' music!"

If Corey wasn't beaming then, he definitely was now. Sure, Grojband had their groupies, but Libby was way more laid back, and less crazy, as it seemed. Laney was smiling, too, seeing Corey get all excited was cute. Libby looked back at Corey, eyeing him suspiciously. He looked like he was about to explode out of pure joy and excitement.

"Is he okay?" She asked Laney, to which Laney laughed in response.

"Yeah, he's okay! It's just exciting for him to meet a fan whose whole personality is based off of being obsessed with our music," Laney explained. The redhead only realized how egocentric that sounded after the fact, laughing nervously. "A-and I'm not saying that everyone who listens to our music is obsessed, that's just the case with these two girls, y'know?"

Libby nodded. "I gotcha."

"Are you friends with Kate and Allie, by the way?" Laney asked. Corey looked at the green haired girl expectantly, wondering the same thing.

"No, not really. They're kinda insane," Libby joked, "I go to school with them, though! That's actually how I found out about you guys, is just from those two talking about you nonstop!"

Corey laughed. "Yeah, that's kinda what they do."

"Since I heard about you guys though, I've actually been wondering how the band got started! A little history lesson on the coolest rock band in Peaceville, I guess."

"Ohohoho," Corey laughed, joining Laney on the floor. He slung an arm around the redhead, making her blush. "It's a long story!"

* Time Skip *

"...And that, Libby, is how Grojband became the best rock band in Peaceville!" Corey finished, throwing his hands up for dramatic effect.

Libby looked awestruck. "That's probably the best origin story I've ever heard! Way better than the ones in comic books!"

The group was interrupted by the garage door opening loudly, and someone clearing their throat expectantly. They all turned around, and saw Chloe, smiling, her car keys clutched in her left hand.

"Hey, Libs', ready to go?" Chloe asked, leaning against the garage doorframe.

Libby refrained from rolling her eyes at the nickname. She got up from the floor, dusting off her denim shorts. "Yeah. Thanks for making them look after me." She cocked her thumb back in the direction of Corey and Laney. "They're way better babysitters than you are!"

Chloe sarcastically laughed as Libby walked over to her car. "So, Laney, wanna take over my babysitting job from now on? Libby seems to enjoy your company more."

Laney thought it over, curling a piece of her fiery red around her finger. "Depends," she shrugged, "how much do you get paid, and is Libby the only child you have to take care of?"

"5 an hour, and I have a whole list of kids I babysit," Chloe explained. "Still want the job?"

"Oh, heck no." Laney shook her head. "I do not like children; Libby's the only exception."

Chloe sighed. "Dang it." She began walking back to her car, tossing the keys absentmindedly. "See you at home, sis!"

Corey got up from his place on the concrete floor as Chloe sped off. He shut the garage door as quietly as he could, as not to wake Kin and Kon again.

"For someone who hates kids, you're pretty okay with them," Corey joked, ruffling Laney's hair.

"Likewise," she said, making no attempt to smooth out her hair. "You should try to take over Chloe's babysitting gig."

Corey shook his head. He removed his beanie and placed it over Laney's hair teasingly. "I'd rather do it with you."

Laney looked confused. She felt a pink blush rise on her cheeks. "Why me?"

He shrugged. "I dunno, it just wouldn't be fun without you, I guess."

Laney hummed in response. "Who knows," she mumbled, trying to hide the shake in her voice, "maybe one day we'll have kids of our own."

"Yeah, maybe..." Corey said wistfully. Laney practically choked on air, feeling the blush on her cheeks turn tomato red. Corey blinked, snapping out of whatever trance he was in. "You okay, Lanes?"

She nodded frantically, trying to cover up the fact that she nearly suffocated on literally nothing at all because her crush had liked the idea of having children of their own. "Yeah! I'm a-okay! Why wouldn't I be? Heh heh..." she laughed awkwardly, brushing hair away from her face and tugging Corey's beanie further down over her head.

Kids, huh? Wonder what that would be like...

A/N: I looked at a few pictures of Libby online, and I kinda figured she'd be the sassy type if she was actually given a speaking roll. Hope you enjoyed this, guest user, whomever you may be! Hope y'all are staying safe!