For HyperChild101, I hope you like it! :) thanks everyone for your votes, comments and reads, even though the updates are too slow :( anyway, here we go:)
And just an explanation... Y/EXB/N= your ex-boyfriend's name
A soft knock on your door echoes through the room, bathing in the darkness. You shift in your bed and bury your head deeper in a pillow.
"Y/N?" your brother Dustin calls you, concern clearly to be heard in his voice.
"Go away," you mumble in your pillow, knowing he probably won't leave you, but it was worth trying.
A beam of light cut through the darkness as Dustin opens the door and steps in your room. First thing you hear is his semi-quiet cussing when he trips over random things he doesn't see in the dark. It nearly makes you laugh, but the pain and devastation are too strong to let your lips curve into a smile.
"Oh, Y/N," Dustin sighs and sits on the edge of your bed.
"Is this because of...?" he asks softly, removing escaped strand of hair from your eyes.
You nod slightly and burst into tears. The thing is, you had been in a relationship with your highschool sweetheart for about five years and you thought it'd last for ever. Well, not really for ever, but you thought you two would remain friends no matter what. But you had walked on him snogging one of your band mates. When you called his name, he turned to you and hissed: "Can't you see I am busy? Get out of my life and out of my apartment now."
You did as he told you, but not because he said that, you had to leave that place before you'd give him a satisfaction to see you cry.
"Oh, babygirl," Dustin calls you by your nickname he's been using for you only for a long time. It is a curse of being a younger sister, but in this moment it feels right. It feels like home, like a shelter.
"Forget that idiot. I had told you before, you are too good for that douchebag."
You shake your head in a sign of disagreement, making your brother nearly shout at you: "What do you mean by that, Y/N Tokarski?"
You mumble in your pillow: "I mean he was too good for me and he told me that trillion times."
"Now listen to me. Don't you ever dare to say something like that. You are my sister, remember that. And my sister walks proudly with her head held high no matter what douchebags say about her."
You look at him, now small smile dancing on your lips: "Great motivational speech, brother."
"Does it make you feel better?"
"Yeah, a bit maybe."
"Then it worked. I'll be downstairs and you, missy, get yourself back together. He is not worth the pain and tears, okay?"
"Okay," you nod your head, but deep inside you are still in a deep emotional pain. As soon as the door close behind his back, you bury your head back in a pillow, few tears slipping down your cheeks. With the last thought of your happy memories with now ex-boyfriend, your eyes close and you sink into a dreamless sleep.
When you wake up, you feel much better. You slowly walk downstairs: "Dustin? Where are you?"
"Y/N, you are awake. How you feelin'?"
"Better. How long did I sleep?"
"About fifteen hours. I'm just going on a practice. Wanna come with me? Guys are missing you."
You want to reject, but the truth is, you miss his teammates as well. If nothing else, they always make you smile or cheer up.
"Just let me get changed."
