Y/n's POV
"Katiiiiiieeeeee!!!!" I exclaimed as I jumphugged (yes, I spelled it that way) onto my sister.
"Gah! Y/n! Get off me!" She said as she struggled to unwrap my arms. "Aphmau! Help me!"
"Why~? Your bwother just wants a wittle love~." Aph teased as continued to play with her phone as she sat on a couch.
"We'll get my idiot of a brother off me! He's just being a brat!" Kate hissed as she continued to struggle.
"But its February! The month of love!" I exclaimed with a smile.
"It's not Valentine's Day!"
"But it's a special day!"
"And what would that be?!" She asked. Within that moment, I felt empty but my expression didn't change.
"You'll find out sooner or later." I said as I let her go. I couldn't hold the fake smile any longer so it just turned into a smirk. "Well...I've gotta go and do a few things. I'll be back at my place at seven." I said as I walked out the door without another word. Apparently she forgot. I don't blame her too much. I sighed as I walked home and to my garage. Opening the garage door with the clicker, I walked in debating what I should ride on. I made a quick decision to ride on my motorcycle. I sigh as I got on the motorcycle. To no surprise, it's mostly black. In cursive on the side of the bike, written in white letters, it says 'Military'. I had a small smile appear in my face and let my fingers slowly glide over the word. Good times....bad times. Not a lot tho. Making sure my wallet was secured in my pocket, I got my keys out and stuck them in the ignition. In one quick and swift motion, the bike turned on. I bring it out of the garage and onto the street. I pressed the clicker attached to the keys which made the garage door slowly close. Satisfied, I rode off into the sunset. Just kidding. I drove to the mall. Gonna get myself some cupcakes.
Aaron's POV (ba-boom biatch)
"Aaron, go hang out with Y/n. He went to the mall not too long ago." Aph told me in a demanding tone.
"That was rather harsh." Garroth said. Everyone on the street came to Aph's place while Kawaii~Chan was in the kitchen.
"But it's important! Everything has to be done well!" Aph exclaimed.
"Yeah, but why send Aaron?" Laurence asked. I was wondering the same thing.
"'Cause I can! Now, Travis, I need you and Katelyn to head down to the basement to get some supplies."
"APH! I KNOW WHAT IS DOWN THERE! I'M NOT GOING!" Katelyn said with rage.
"Don't worry Sweet Cheeks. Travis will protect ya." Travis said as he wrapped an arm around Katelyn's shoulder. She instantly punched him to the ground. "OWHAOW!"
"Anyways, Dante and Laurence, I need you in the kitchen. Garroth (b adorable. Ha, jk), I need you and everyone else to help set this place up with me."
"Right." Garroth answered.
"I'll get going then." I say as I start walking out the door. I quickly walk to my house so I could drive my car that's parked in the garage. I didn't waste time to get in and drive to the mall. Luckily, there was no traffic so it didn't take long. Once getting to the mall, I found a parking space in a decent area which is where I left my car. After making sure it was locked, I walked into the building. To no surprise, the mall wasn't that busy due to it being nearly nine in the morning. Now, where would he be? I took quick glances around the area to see if I could spot Y/n. I don't know what he's wearing but I know wha he looks like and he's slightly shorter than me. Since he's a guy, that crosses out some of the stores here. I start walking around to see if I could spot the h/c haired man. Then my eyes landed in a shop. More like a bakery. I saw him there. Wearing a white long sleeve shirt with a red flannel over it, unbuttoned. He wore plain jeans and red converse. He looks...., gloomy. That's not like him. I walk closer as I see him purchase a large box of sweets. I got to entrance, which was close enough for me to hear him and the cashier.
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Katelyn's Brother (MyStreet X Reader, boy)
Fiksi PenggemarShe's always angered by him not being there for her.. How could she not a strong bond as children? What will happen once she sees you after ten years? --