YOUTUBER IMAGINES/STORIES

BAYLEN ~ Knock.

I impatiently throw my open book back down on my thighs as I sigh and look at my brother Baylen, who is poking his head through the door after giving three soft knocks.

Knock knock knock.

I get shivers down my spine. Why? I'm not sure yet.

"Hurry up and set the table already. Unless you want to hear mom complain about how you don't ever do anything around the house." He says.

"But I do! If anything, she gives me and Lilah less work because we're younger!"

"I know," He states. "But it's mom." He says in a matter of fact tone. "You know how Mom gets. So I suggest you get that done."

I groan in annoyance, putting the book down on my desk. "Be grateful. It's only 2 weeks before I move into my new house. Then, since you're older than Lilah, you get the honor of doing all the chores. You get to set the table, do the dishes, clean the table, wash the clothes and fold them, and vacuum the living room." He says. He leaves my room and I hear him plop down on his creaky bed through the walls.

"Y/N NOW!" I hear my mom yell. I'm startled by the sudden change of tone. From Baylen softly speaking to me, to my mom completely yelling. I sense he knows what I'm feeling. Every time I woke up from a bad dream, he was there. He heard my cries. He always knocked three times to let me know that he was there.

Knock knock knock.

I hear from my bedroom wall. I swallowed the giant ball in my throat, which was almost impossible, and kept the tears from running out of my eyes. "Coming mom.." I say from upstairs. It takes me a minute to hold myself together. I look at his door. It's going to be so weird without him here.

I was going to be the big person of the house. I needed to take care of my family. I needed to be strong. For him.