Over Protective Siblings, Even if Some of Them Are Younger

Cynthia

(Young and Famous World [Brand New] )

Cynthia- 12

Paige-14

Haliah- 16

"Haliah…" Haliah rolled her eyes at her younger sister following her all throughout the house as she tidied up before she went to get ready for her date with Brendon that was in two hours. "Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean Brendon's a world-class playboy!"

"Cynthia," Haliah sighed to the ten-year-old black haired youtuber, "Brendon is a very nice boy," she said patiently, "and I'm just going to see a movie with him, not marry him." She promptly turned around and dumped the clothes she had been picking up into her sister's arms, "and how do you know that? You don't even go to my school!"

Cynthia blinked, her black bangs getting somewhat in her striking blue eyes, "Well, Holly and Hazel are my friends and Hazel talks about her brother all the time." When Haliah rolled her eyes and started walking away from her toward the kitchen, Cynthia hurriedly deposited the stack of clothes back onto the couch and hurried after her, the shorter girl trailing after her like a puppy dog. "Brendon's not a good person! And he sure isn't good enough for you Haliah!" She explained boosting herself up onto one of the counters, "no playboy deserves one of my older sisters."

"Well Cynthia," Haliah snorted and tossed a damp towel at her younger sister's face in a half playful and half exasperated manner, "you missy is not my mother."

Cynthia cringed as the towel made a loud splat noise but she didn't pay attention as it fell into her lap as she continued to try and convince her sister to not go. "Of course I'm not mom! But I'm still trying to look out for my big sister," she pointed out, "I mean if I didn't who would? Actually, don't answer that."

Haliah rolled her eyes again and finished wiping down the counters.

"But… who else can say that their sister's an internet celebrity?" Cynthia asked her sister as she swung her legs over the edge of the counter, her fingers dancing along the edge in some sort of musical rhythm, "and who can say that they have a protective younger sibling who's also a singer?"

"I still don't understand how you are a well-known singer at ten," Haliah sighed as she briefly scrubbed down the kitchen stove, her green eyes straying as she got briefly lost in thought.

"Um, maybe because mom's been recording me singing and making music with random items since I was four?" Cynthia responded with a hint of a smug smirk, which quickly vanished as she ducked to avoid another towel to her face. "Okay, okay! I have no idea, but that doesn't matter! You shouldn't be going on a date with that blowfish!"

Haliah spluttered indignantly at the nickname that her sister had just used for her crush. "Blowfish?!"

Cynthia looked guilty and slapped both hands over her mouth, "oops," she said in a muffled voice, "that was not supposed to come out."

"Great!" Haliah dropped her cloth and threw her hands into the air, "my ten-year-old sister calls my potential boyfriend a blowfish!"

"Who calls who a blowfish?" Paige asked as she poked her head around the corner, her hazel eyes curious. "And what does that mean anyway?"

"Cynthia calls Brendon a blowfish." Haliah deadpanned, "and it means his ego is-"

"So large that he's going to keel over from it!" Cynthia interrupted before she cringed at Haliah's blank stare. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to call him a blowfish outloud!"

"Sure…" Haliah rolled her eyes and abandoned her attempt at tidying up and began to instead start up the stairs.

"Haliah wait!" Cynthia jumped off the table, stumbled into the fridge, and ran after her sister, "sorry Paige," she apologized before she started running up the stairs. "Haliah wait! I didn't mean that he's a bad person! I just don't think he's a good boy for you!"

Haliah whirled around, her green eyes slightly misty and now angry, "I wasn't asking you for your opinion!"

Cynthia took a few steps back, her blue eyes widening in surprise and shock at her sister's harsh words.

"Stay out of it Cynthia!" Haliah snapped, "I don't need your opinion on Brendon!" Half a moment later she turned guilty for snapping at her younger sister, "Cindy-"

"Fine," Cynthia mumbled and turned around to go back downstairs, "have fun, whatever, all that junk."

"Cynthia wait," Haliah caught her younger sister's wrist, "you know I didn't mean that," she said, her tone now gentle like it normally was, "I do value your opinion-"

"Yeah, with a grain of salt." Cynthia snapped back, faced her, and wrenched her wrist from her grip, her blue eyes angry and hurt, "Do what you want, I don't care anymore."

Haliah rested her hand on her shoulder, her green eyes now rather distraught, "Cynthia, I value your opinion alot-"

"Haliah," Cynthia cut her off sharply, her tone gaining an authorative touch to it, something she had developed after working with their parents and other people in a recording studio for six years, "I pushed off my recording to talk to you and be here till you left. If your done then I'm going back downstairs and go record." She stalked off down the stairs and even shoved Paige out of the way when she did so and didn't apologize.

Haliah looked guilty, "I didn't mean to say that." She said quietly as Paige walked up the stairs to accompany her.

"I know," Paige said quietly, ever the shy one out of the three sisters, "but you did hurt her feelings. Cindy did honestly tell Lila that she wasn't going to record till you left to make sure you left happy and ready to go."

Haliah felt the guilt worsen, "I know."

"Then get ready," Paige gently pushed her toward her bedroom, "you need to get ready to go, Brendon's going to be here in an hour."

"Okay," Haliah sighed and opened her bedroom door and stepped into her room before she turned around and looked at her sister, "paige…"

"I'll talk to Cynthia," Paige smiled at her older sister, her kind hazel eyes glimmered with sincerity, "don't worry."

"Thank you," Haliah smiled weakly at her before she closed the bedroom door behind her.

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"Haliah!" Sarah called up the stairs, "Brendon's here to pick you up!"

Haliah felt the nervousness in her stomach swell up again and she nervously exited her bedroom and started down the stairs, her outfit wasn't fancy, but she did like it. Her outfit consisted of a shimmering half sleeve green shirt beneath an olive green fur hooded vest paired with white sandals, and light gray denim bootcut jeans. Here goes nothing. She inwardly sighed and went down the stairs hoping that her little sister would be there to see her off.

As she entered the stairwell, she heard Cynthia's voice and her head leapt, the guilt having finally lifted.

"Look idiot," Cynthia said wapishly, "if you do anything my sister doesn't like, I. Will. End. You. Get it?"

"I get it little girl," Brendon rolled his eyes, he was standing next to the door with her hands in his pockets wearing a dark gray leather jacket, polo shirt, and denim jeans.

Cynthia reached up and swatted him in the chin, the highest point she could reach, "You may think it's funny blowfish, but you will become a laughing stock on the internet if you step one toe out of line."

Brendon jerked back at the swat and looked down at her, his jade green eyes surprised, although the surprise quickly turned to sincerity, "I won't do anything to your sister, I swear." His mood then turned casual, "although how would you ruin my image on the internet anyway?"

"Well Brendon," Haliah said as she emerged from the stairwell, now relaxed and guilt free, "you're talking to SapphireGleam, one of the youngest celebrity singers around." She said with a smile.

Brendon's eyes widened and he stared at Cynthia who grinned like a chesire cat.

"Blowfish, I have friends where you wouldn't dream of having," Cynthia smirked, "like a world renown tech genius, a guy who holds a world record, and a little friend of mine who's an intellectual genuis and can come up with some really nasty things if I ask her to."

Brendon blinked, and his skin seemed to have lost a shade of color. "Right, I won't do anything your sister doesn't like."

"Good," Cynthia smirked before she suddenly shot off to the kitchen counter as the phone went off, "Hello, Cynthia Lawson or Sapphire Gleam, which are you addressing?" She suddenly beamed, "oh! Hey guys! I've been waiting three hours for you four to call me!" She huffed grumpily before the smile was back, "are you guys back yet? Haliah's about to leave and I wanna have a sleep over!"

Haliah smiled gently at her little sister as the ten-year-old shot off to the couch and flopped down so her feet were in the air and her head was hanging off the couch. That's my little sis. She then looked at Brendon and smiled, "shall we go?"

Leon

(Almost Never Safe, Be Careful World [Brand New] )

Leon, Cynthia- 19

Holly, Finli-20

Jay- 20 ½

Bree- 21

"Holly, Are you seriously going on a date with Finli of all people?" Leon complained as he ran his fingers through his fiancé's black hair, it was late at night, and most of the group were curled up on their bunks that were crammed into the two rooms of the safe house. Leon was sitting on the edge of his bunk, watching his sister move around in the dim lighting with Cynthia stretched out on the bunk near him, her body cuddled the blankets as she trembled, her body's struggle to keep warm wasn't helped by Leon's lapse of body heat.

Holly was moving around the room, strapping a knife sheath to her arm and her spy glass to her glasses. "It's not really a date Leon, it's more of a night guard."

"Watching the stars," Leon pointed out quietly, "I did the same thing with Cynthia when I first started dating her."

"Leon, I'll be fine," Holly told him, her green eyes softly glowing in the dark, "my powers have steadied themselves, I don't have any side effects."

"I'm not just worried about your powers," Leon said as he got to his feet and began to follow Holly out of the room, "I'm worried about you going on a date."

"Why?" Holly rolled her eyes, "becuase I haven't been on a date since the break out?"

"No," Leon huffed, "I'm not worried about your ability to get along with him, you'll be fine, I know that."

"Then what are you worried about?" Holly asked as she strode down the stairs.

Leon glanced at the room the others were sleeping in before he jogged down to catch up with Holly and stopped her from continuing down the stairs, "I dont want you to get sick," he said quietly, "what if Finli has the sickness? He could pass it to you and we don't need another female who's unbareably weak without their soul mate."

Holly blinked at him before she spoke, her voice hushed, "you regret dating Cynthia? For heavens sake leon! You asked her to marry you you idiot!"

"I know," Leon said, he continued to glance at the top of stairs, obviously nervous about Cynthia overhearing them. "And I don't regret falling in love with Cynthia, but I do regret contracting the sickness and under it's influence attacking her and giving it to her. And by that extension sorta dating her."

Holly face palmed, "you and Cynthia have some major issues."

"Your telling me," Leon sighed and ran one hand through his hair, Holly could see the faint amber glow of a few of the veins in his neck and arms, a symptom of the sickness he carried but couldn't get rid of without Cynthia's cure, but she was delirious half the time so the cure was hard to get. His amber eyes turned gentle, "I'm worried about you getting sick Holly, Finli doesn't have to even touch you, all it takes is romantic love Holly and a brush against to contract it."

"I'll be fine Leon," Holly told her brother softly, "I promise-"

"Leon?" A small voice said from the top of the stairs, Cynthia was leaning heavily on the railing to the stairs, her blue eyes were miraculously clear at the moment, and while she seemed dead on her feet and shivering hard enough she as going to fall over, she was completely conscious for the moment. "Holly?"

The pair of siblings sharply looked up at her, surprise on their faces.

"What?" Cynthia asked, her eyes clouding with confusion, "did I d-do something?" Her teeth were chattering lightly.

Leon shook his head and smiled, jogging up the stairs to envelop her shivering and thin frame into his arms, guilt spiking in his chest at how frail and thin his fiancé seemed to be getting. "Nah, Holly's just going to meet Finli and I'm being a worry wart."

Cynthia nodded slowly, the gears in her brain working at a half sluggish pace as it dethawed somewhat. "About the sickness?" She asked as Holly came up the stairs as well, both of the siblings cherished the short moments where Cynthia wasn't wracked with chills, a high fever, and or delirium.

"Yeah," Holly said, "he's worried Finli may have it."

Cynthia fumbled in her pockets, looking for something she had in her pockets, "I have a vaccine for it. I think." She then reached over and tugged a tiny vial out of one of Leon's back pockets, having sensed he had it through the miako bond.

Leon looked startled, "and you never told us why?"

"It's the last dose," Cynthia replied, her voice slightly drowsy, a sign of the deliruim pressing firmly against her mental walls. "I was taking it but I forgot after the battle with Luca." She smiled a lopsided and sleepy sheepish smile at Leon, "that why I contracted it."

Leon's amber eyes softened even more at Cynthia's unintentionally innocent and sleepy smile. "It's okay, we'll find the location of your safe house at some point and we'll make you feel better."

Cynthia nodded, dropped the vial into Holly's hands and snuggled closer to Leon's bare chest, placing her icy fingers splayed on his chest to keep her fingers from getting frostbitten. "The dose lasts up to seventy-two hours, that's when you have to have taken the next dose otherwise it's now useless and has worn off." She murmured softly, her blue eyes were beginning to droop closed now that she wasn't freezing to death anymore.

Leon looked over at his sister and mouthed, 'her fever is spiking' he could feel the icy cold sweat on Cynthia's forehead, arms, and hands, and knew that the nineteen-year-old was going to need a bath soon in order to get the fever down and hopefully reduce her trembling. "Take the vaccine at least," he said as he placed his lower arms beneath Cynthia's waist to keep her standing upright, "for me."

Holly smiled sadly at her brother and her pretty best friend who couldn't hear a single thing she was saying anymore. "I will, thank you Leon, I love you brother."

Leon smiled, "I love you too sis, come home soon okay?" he asked as he ducked his head to breathe warm air against Cynthia's red-tipped nose, causing the color to turn pinker than frozen red.

"I will," Holly breifly hugged her brother, drank the vaccine, and ran down the stairs, smiling as she heard her brother begin to talk softly to Cynthia who responded in more images and pictures in his mind than words that she couldn't get her mouth to pronounce.