Imagines ✧ OGOC & Magcon | DISCONTINUED

N.M - Too Young.

• Can I get an imagine where your Nate's little sister. Your mom,dad and sister is not home so Stew and Nate are watching you for a few days. Your 12 years old, they walk in finding you kissing your boyfriend plus you have piercings with dyed unnatural hair. They both get mad because they think your way to young to date and your new look is not okay to them. After that protective mode kicks in.

-- (Y/N's POV) --

"I love it!" I squeal, looking at my reflection in my friend's mirror, smiling at my newly dyed blue hair.

"Damn they're gonna go mad." Y/F/N giggles, playing with the ends of my hair.

"I don't care...I'm 12." I look at her with a 'duh' face and grab my backpack.

"You know it's only temporary right? It's not gonna last for ever, it'll wash out in a couple of showers." She says, following me out of her bedroom and down the stairs to the front door.

"Yeah, I know," I roll my eyes, thankful that she can't see or for sure I'd get a slap. "Now how do I look?" I ask, spinning around once on the porch.

I stand in my black skinny ripped jeans, a band tee and converse. My fake clip on piercings were all in place; nose, lips, tongue and all over my ears. They're fake but I don't care, Y/C/N will love them, he said he liked girls that had piercings.

"Great, he'll love it but I still don't understand why you like, wanna change for him, nothing is guaranteed-"

"Positive vibes Y/F/N, I don't need no negativity right now." I sigh, quickly hugging her before running out of her house and across the street to my own.

--

I peck R/B/N's lips and thankfully he blushes and kisses me again, we end up kissing longer and riskier. I had to take my fake lip and tongue piercings out incase one of us swallowed them or something, those cost a lot of money.

I've never done this before, I don't know what counts as making out, I'm so inexperienced. "What the fu-freak is going on here?" I hear one of my older brothers yell, R/B/N and I pull apart immediately and see both of my brothers standing in the doorway with angry red faces, still in their gym clothes.

"Na-Nate, St-Stew, back so soon?" I stammer nervously, flushing red with embarrassment.

"You. Out. Now." Stew snarls at R/B/N, pointing in the direction of the front door.

R/B/N glances at me before standing up, collecting his backpack and leaving with an apologetic look. "Who was that?" Nate asks.

"R/B/N, my boyfriend." I reply quietly, fiddling with my fingers.

"Oh hell no, you ain't having a boyfriend at this age," he scoffs, pacing the floorboards as Stew stands there glaring at me. "And what the fu-freak have you done with your hair and what are these?" He approaches me and picks a chunk of my hair up before flicking the nose piercing, making it fall out and land on the floor with a click.

"Y/N what happened to you? This morning you left for school looking like yourself and we come home and see you making out with a boy with shi- loads of piercings and fu-freaking blue hair? Are you serious right now?" Nate yells, I've never seen him so angry before.

"Yeah Y/N, what happened to you?" Stew asks, walking to stand beside Nate.

"Chill-"

"Don't tell us to chill Y/N, tell us everything right now or I'm calling Mom and Dad." Nate threatens, I take a breath in and sigh it out.

"I really really like R/B/N and he mentioned that he likes piercings and unnatural hair colours so Y/F/N and I bought fake piercings and temporary hair dye. The dye washes out in a couple of washes and the piercings are clip ons. I'm sorry guys, I just wanted to impress him." I sigh, placing my head in my hands.

I feel somebody sit beside me, somebody continues to pace in front of me. I look up and weakly smile at Stew, rubbing my back from beside me. "You're too young to date, I want all those piercings out right now and then I want you to go upstairs and shower until the colour comes out." Nate orders, crossing his arms.

"But-"

"No buts Y/N, now." He snaps. I sigh and take off every piece of plastic.

"Happy now?" I snarl as I stomp past Nate and up the stairs to shower.

"Yes, and we'll continue this conversation once you're back to normal." He shouts up the stairs, I roll my eyes.

--

I walk downstairs, my head aches from scrubbing and washing my hair so many times, around 11 or 12 times in total. I changed into sweats and a hoodie before walking downstairs to meet my brothers, looking more calm and collected this time.

"I'm not gonna' call Mom or Dad, we're gonna' draw a line and start again, forget what happened today," Nate starts, sitting comfortably in dad's usual seat, the armchair. "Tomorrow at school or if you have R/B/N's number, you're going to break it off with him and that's an order," I go to defend myself but he silences me with a cold glare. "You're too young to have a boyfriend and you're too young to be dying your hair for him and buying fake piercings, what the hell was going through your mind at the time?"

"I-I don't know, I wanted to impress him-"

"But Y/N, changing your whole appearance for him isn't impressing him, if you really liked him and he really liked you - he'd like the normal you." Stew sighs, sitting beside me.

"I don't have unnatural coloured hair or piercings, he said he liked those-"

"Y/N he's seen you in school before right?" Nate asks, I nod silently. "So he knows you 'just got them done' or they're fake, meaning you're gonna have to clip them in every morning and keep dying your hair just for him to like you, if he liked you enough to agree to come over today then he likes the real you, every guy has preferences but that doesn't mean they're the only girls they like," he sits down the other side of me and pulls me into a hug. "If you feel you have to change yourself for a guy then he's not worth your time, besides, you're way too young to worry about boys."

"No I'm not, I'm 12." I frown.

"Exactly," Stew chuckles, ruffling my hair. "You're not even a teenager yet, just call it off and worry about who's lunchbox is the best rather than boys."

"I'm not a kid." I frown again, shoving his shoulder.

"Face it kiddo," Nate teases. "You're still a kid, now we're gonna' watch kid movies and order a pizza, okay?"

I groan, resting on the back of the couch. "Fine, but I want pepperoni!"

"Hell no, we're getting chicken and mushroom!" Stew objects, making Nate laugh as we begin to argue over what toppings.

I guess I am just a kid, I don't need to be worrying about boys right now. I have my whole like ahead of me.