You woke up the next morning and were definitely still angry. You didn't want to see him at all today and to do so, you planned on never leaving your room. You were starting to get hungry so you texted your mother, asking her to bring up food because you weren't feeling well. She said she would be up in a few minutes so you waited until you heard a knock at the door. "Come in," you said, sitting up a little bit and acting like you were sick.
Michael walked through the door, tray in hand, and came over to your bed. He gave you the tray and then took a seat on the end of your bed. "I'm not dealing with you today, Michael. Just leave," you said, trying to control your anger.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I must have misheard you on the phone and then typed it wrong in my calendar. I would never miss my little sister becoming more punk rock! Please, Y/N, I really didn't mean it. Please forgive me," he begged, a sadness prominent in his eyes.
"Alright, I forgive you. I'm sorry I blew up, Mikey. You mixed it up, that's not your fault, it happens. I just really thought that you forgot and, even worse, that you "forgot" on purpose. I love you, Mikey," you said, moving into his lap and hugging him, your arms around his neck.
"I love you, too, babe. Now, let's get ready. We have an appointment to get to." You looked up at your brother who was wearing a smirk.
"What do you mean?"
"I pulled a few strings and was able to reschedule your appointment to about 2 hours from now. I wanna make sure we get there early so get dressed and meet me downstairs!" He left your room and you started getting ready, thinking about the amazing brother you had.
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