"Hey guys what's up, it's your girl, Bronwyn Gomez- Jonas coming back at you with another YouTube video.
So if you've seen the tabloids, then you know exactly who my parents are, and you know exactly who I am, but if you haven't and you don't... al...
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I sat gingerly on the couch because my backside was on fire! No thanks to my father.
I watched him and mom walk out towards the back patio, where they looked to be having a heated conversation, no doubt about me.
I laid my head on uncle Joe's shoulder, sniffling every once in a while. While the spanking I received hurt, I think my ego was hurt worse. Still, I kept readjusting the way I was sitting due to again... my ass being on fire.
"You're okay kiddo, start behaving you won't have to uncomfortable," Joe said as he moved his arm from his side to around my shoulders, my head falling to his chest. I groan in irritation wanting him to shut up.
Just as a smart remark is about to leave my mouth, my mom comes back in. The look on her face I've seen before. Her and dad were clearly having a spat outside, and whatever it was about she clearly lost.
"Everything alright?" Pri asked from the kitchen as her and Kevin began cooking, feeling the tension.
"Yep. We were just discussing... um, Bronwyn going on tour with you guys." Answered my mom, and I sat up so quickly.
"What?! Im not going on tour with you!" I yelled, looking at my father.
"Yes actually, you are. It's gonna be so much fun. You'll be able to travel the world with us, and see so much outside of LA," Dad says in an attempt to diffuse the situation at hand, unbeknownst to him it wasn't doing anything but making me angrier.
"Yeah, it's gonna be so fun! Dani, Lena and Tina are gonna join us too." Kevin case to get me to go on tour wasn't helping at all!
"And Willa and Sophie are too! I know you miss your cousins and aunt." I just looked at Joe, sliding his arm off my shoulders.
"That's what phones are for. What about my friends? This summer is supposed to be just us. I'm not going on tour!"
"I think some distance from those kids is a great idea." Michael piped up.
"I'm sure you do, seeing as all your friends are assholes!" "Language!" I kept going despite dad trying to cut me off. "That has got literally nothing to do with me though, I love who I'm friends with." I argued, uncle Joe mushing me for the curse word.
"You're only pro-tour because you don't want me hanging with Stiles, Freya and Evie! That's not fair, you didn't even ask me."
"You're the child, Bronwyn. And some distance from those kids will do you some good," Michael says, and I roll my eyes.
I guess Priyanka could see the response that was to come from my mouth, and we all know it wouldn't have been appropriate, so she quickly called for me.
"Hey Bronwyn, breakfast is ready. Come sit." I took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen, grabbing my plate. I sat down at the island and my family sat around me, despite me not wanting anything to do with them at the moment.
