"Mom, can we?" I asked her.

"Sure, y/n. Just don't finish it all by yourself when we get home." She said, grabbing the box and putting it the cart.

As we went around, I asked mom for a lot of food. From cookies to granola bars with chocolate and marshmallows in them to chocolates to a jar of Nutella and a lot of candy. When we passed by the ice cream section, I looked over at Shawn.

"Shawn, your promise." I said to him.

"Technically, you didn't behave. You just fell asleep." He stated.

"But—"

"Did you honestly think I meant what I said? I only said that to make you shut up. God, why must you be such a brat?"

I bit my lip and looked away as tears formed in my eyes. I remained quiet until we got to the car and went home. Once we reached the house, I went out of the car and ran. I didn't run to the house, but ran somewhere else. I heard them calling me but I still continued to run. I looked back and none of them was following me until I heard footsteps coming closer as well as Shawn and Aaliyah's voice. I ran as fast as I could and hid behind one of the big rocks at the park.

"Did you see which way she went?" I heard him ask her.

"No but if you weren't such an asshole to her, she wouldn't have ran!" She yelled at him.

"I know! God! Let's just split up. You go this way and I go that way."

I brought my knees up to my chest and hoped that they wouldn't find me. I quietly cried into my arms as I heard them run. After a couple seconds, I heard someone stop in front of me.  I didn't look up but I felt someone place their hand on my back and rub it as I sobbed.

"Oh, y/n." I heard them say.

It was Aaliyah.

"Leave me alone."

"Why'd you run?"

"I'm better off gone. I don't want to stay in a place where I'm in the same area as my brother who hates me."

"Shawn doesn't hate you, y/n. He's just tired from the flight. He did just come back from tour."

"He was never mean. He's a jerk."

"Let's go home?"

"No."

"Y/n."

"I'm not going, Aaliyah."

She sighed in defeat and sat beside me. She took her phone out for a bit before putting it down on the ground. I didn't say anything but just continued to cry into my arms. I heard footsteps running over to us and them felt as of someone pulled me into their arms.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to snap at you." The person— obviously my brother— said.

"Get lost and leave me alone." I said, moving away from him.

"I know I shouldn't have done that. You're not a brat and I could never, ever hate you. Being tired from my flight is not an excuse but I really did not mean what I said. I'm really sorry."

I just remained quiet.

"What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Fall off a cliff." I muttered. (A/N: This is definitely something I would say even at a young age IF ONLY my brother ever did this when he bullied me. 😂 I was a violent kid 😂)

"Y/n!" Aaliyah said in shock.

"Why don't I take you shopping at your favorite toy store tomorrow? You can pick any stuffed toy you want. After that, I'll do what I promised earlier and buy you that ice cream. What do you say?"

I looked up at him with tear stained cheeks. His eyes were glassy as well. I nodded and pulled him into a hug. He hugged me back and kissed the top of my head.

"You're still a jerk though." I muttered.

He chuckled and carried me as he stood up. Aaliyah followed us and walked with us as we went home.

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A/N: I'm sorry if this isn't that good. I asked you guys whether I should make a BSM Imagine, a text imagine, or an imagine based off the song, Exchange by Bryson Tiller and only one commented and it was for a BSM imagine so shout out to you for that. This was actually a dream I had a couple of days ago and it was weird as hell since Justin Bieber was my brother instead of my actual one and I'M NOT A FAN OF BIEBER. Sorry if you guys are but I'm not so that was really weird and uncomfortable. I blame yanyandaawesome for that since she keeps posting pics of him on her Instagram. BTW pls vote for Shawn for the EMAs if you guys haven't.

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