(TYSM @Idk_Kitty666 FOR THE REQ!!)

Zoe was coming back inside after hanging out with her friends. It had been a long day of running around and smashing stuff. She was tired.

She could see that you were left home alone... again. It ticked her off, honestly. Their mom was at least supposed to be home, but she wasn't. You weren't a young kid, but being on this side of town, anything could happen, and she didn't want to see her younger sibling hurt.

"Hey," She said as she leaned against the door frame of your room.

Her eyes narrowed, though. You were acting pretty sulky. She wasn't opening admiting it, but she was concerned.

"C'mon, get up," she said with a sigh through her nose. Her hand was on your arm before she pulled you upright, "Tell me what's wrong."

She wasn't going to let you get away. Now that she thought about it, you've been acting weird all week, being distant, not to mention your sudden obsession with sweaters despite it being spring.

"Y'know you can tell me. I'm not like... mom." Zoe said her name with a bit resentment. At this point, she didn't consider her a mother. However, she didn't matter. You were what mattered right now.

Your sister had you in a half hug as she held you there like hell she'd let you go right now.