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[3] tyler's sister (pt. 2)

You were woken up to the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen. Blinking your eyes, you saw Tyler still passed out on the couch, and the only other person who seemed to be awake was whoever was in the kitchen. Shuffling over to see who it is, you spotted the floof of blue hair atop a familiar boy's head.

"Morning Ethan, whatcha doing?" You heard the microwave whirring.

"Making instant breakfast, I made you a bowl if you want some too." He explained as it dinged, and the déjà vu hit you like a train, a small smile gracing your lips.

"Thank you." You reached out to take the bowl from him, not anticipating how hot it'd be. Immediately, your hand pulled back from burning heat and it fell to the ground, shattering on impact. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

As you stepped forward to grab the paper towels, your bare foot impacted with something sharp. "Oh shit!" You yelped, grabbing onto Ethan for support.

"Y/N!" He exclaimed, helping you hobble over to a stool at the breakfast bar.

"I'm such a fucking mess." You mumbled, looking at the disaster zone you made. Instant breakfast, porcelain, and blood was all over the floor thanks to you.

Ethan didn't hear you as he carefully treaded around the bowl pieces to the medicine cabinet for Band-Aids, and returned to your side. "Y/N, this is going to hurt."

"What? What's going to hurt?" You looked down at him by your foot.

"There's a piece stuck in your foot."

"Oh god, I hate this stuff. I hate it! Just leave it in, I hate people taking things out of my flesh!" You squealed, wrenching your foot back from him, pain immediately jolting through your body.

A warm hand wrapping around your own brought you down from your panicked state and Ethan's kind blue eyes looked into your own. "Y/N, just focus on the sound of my prepubescent 12-year old boy voice and relax, okay? I'm here."

You laughed at his description of his voice, the warmth of his hand holding yours going through your body. "All done." He proclaimed, and you realized in your laughing fit that he had taken out the piece of bowl and bandaged up your wound.

"Thanks Ethan." You smiled thankfully at the boy as he stood up, his hand still comfortingly holding yours.

"No problem Y/N, I'm glad you're alright." He smiled back at you, neither of you moving to release the other's hand. But that was decided for you as the moans and groans of Tyler waking reached your ears, and both of you quickly took your hands away, as well as Ethan moving back into the kitchen to clean up the mess.

"What was that sound?" Tyler asked, stretching as he walked towards the kitchen.

Two more figures ran out from the other side of the house, concern over their features. "Is everyone okay? We heard something crash!" Amy exclaimed, Mark just behind her as they ran into the kitchen as well.

You opened your mouth to explain your clumsiness, but Ethan beat you to it. "A bowl fell, I'm cleaning it up right now. Y/N got a small cut-"

"But I'm fine," you assured everyone, holding up your bandaged foot. "Ethan was a very good Nurse Nancy."

He scoffed at the nickname from the floor, still wiping up the instant breakfast. "You're welcome."

"Thank you!" You leapt up to help him as Tyler watched you two with narrowed eyes.

"So, how did the bowl get dropped?" Your brother asked, tilting his head suspiciously.

"It wasn't in a fervent make out session, if that's what you're worrying about." You jabbed him in the middle of the forehead, causing him to glare down at you.

"That's not what I was thinking, Y/N." He rolled his eyes, noticing your change of clothes. "Whose clothes are those?"

"Ethan's." You replied nonchalantly, squeezing past him to get to the fridge.

A silence fell over the kitchen as Tyler glared daggers at Ethan, you shot an annoyed look at Tyler, and Ethan awkwardly kept wiping the floor, even though it was already clean.

"How about some pancakes?" Mark's cheery voice broke the tension. "Tyler, Ethan, come help me!"

"Come on Y/N, let's take Chica outside." Amy guided you away from the reluctant grumbling of your brother and desperate squeals of Ethan. In the living room, she called for the dog, who came bounding over.

Outside, Chica happily ran around in the grass as you and Amy watched from the shaded porch. "They're going to kill each other." You sighed, throwing a tennis ball for the dog.

"Mark's a pretty good mediator. They'll get over themselves, they're good friends." She assured you, taking the ball back from Chica.

"I just don't know why Tyler has to be such an asshole about me having guy friends."

"Protective older brothers are a pain."

"Yeah." Just then, an idea popped into your head, making you grin at the prospect of totally fucking with your brother's mind. "Could you get Ethan out here, please? I just came up with a great idea."

"Why?" She raised an eyebrow.

"To totally fuck with my brother's mind."

In just a few minutes, Amy had returned with not only Ethan in tow, but Mark as well. "We have about 2 minutes until the pancakes burn and Tyler gets suspicious." The red-haired boy informed you.

"I'll be quick then." You explained the plan for you and Ethan to fake flirt and overall just be a cute couple around Tyler, but claim to be friends. And Mark and Amy would be the supportive friends that constantly ship you guys. "It'll drive him crazy."

"Okay, I like it, except for the fact that he might beat me up!" Ethan interjected frantically.

"He's not that bad."

He whipped his phone out, bringing up the most recent text from your brother, sent just before you arrived yesterday. 'Hit on my sister and I'll hit you'

"Oh Jesus." You sighed, reading it over.

"Good thing Y/N will be the one hitting on Ethan, then." Mark nudged you, easily finding a loophole in his threat.

"Right! What do you say, blue son?" Amy agreed, and the three of you looked eagerly at Ethan.

His eyes looked into yours momentarily, and you held your breath in anticipation of his next words. "Okay, let's date."