"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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When Nick finally came out of the mall he had had a roll of papers in his hands and his eyebrows were furrowed in irritation. Bronwyn knew she had messed up.
The ride back to Kevin and Danielle's was so silent. He hadn't even touched the radio neither. Oh she was definitely in for the longest lecture ever, and probably the return of his 'trusted' method of discipline.
When the two finally arrived back at Kevin's house, the girl stomped out of the car and up the front porch steps, into the house, her father right behind her.
"Oh. Hey Aunt Sophie," Bronwyn greeted her aunt who she hadn't seen in months. The formerly mentioned woman raised an eyebrow as she wrapped an arm around the girls shoulder, hugging her back.
"Hi my beautiful trouble causing niece, how have you been?" She asked knowingly, her British accent thick as she looked down at the girl. Bronwyn sheepishly looked away as she hugged her aunt.
"Trouble. She's been trouble. Bronwyn. Upstairs. My room. Now." Bronwyn rolled her eyes at her father before releasing her aunt and going upstairs with a groan.
Detouring from the room her father was staying in, upon hearing laughter coming from the room a few doors down. Bronwyn entered her cousins room, a small but awkward smile on her face.
"Hey guys," Bronwyn said, causing the two to halt in their laughter at whatever they were watching on their phones.
"Hey Brynny."
"Hey B, what's up?"
"I just came to say sorry for cutting our trip short. I shouldn't have walked away from those fans. Nor should I have punched her," Bronwyn apologized, and the two girls sat up from the bed looking at each other before looking back at Bronwyn.
"Bronwyn, no one has the right to be disrespectful to you. You have no reason to apologize to us or to anyone. That fan was out of line, cuz, and besides we each spent about $300 so we needed to be done anyway." Alena told her and the brunette could feel the elephant shift off of her chest.
"Yeah, walking away was the smart thing to do. I shouldn't have told you otherwise. But that fan grabbed you, and you had every reason to defend yourself. I don't think that a right hook was necessary but you did what your instincts told you to. We're not mad at you." Valentina spoke this time, and the girl in the doorway came all the way in, sitting on the edge of Alena nightstand.
"So we're good?" Bronwyn asked just to make sure.
"Duh. Come here, look at what we were watching." Alena held her arm out for the girl to walk into and she did. The older Jonas girl hugged her cousin to her side before pulling her into her side so she could see the phone Valentina had.
It was paused but by the frozen frame she could tell just what it was. It was the whole ordeal that just went down in the mall. Some fan was recording the whole thing, from Bronwyn stomping off, to the second she had that entitled fan on the ground.
