Warm sunlight spills across the kitchen tiles when Landon shuffles in, hoodie half‑on, hair sticking up like he fought a tornado in his sleep. He squints at the counter, then at you, then at the toaster like it personally offended him

The hallway is warm and cluttered with soft blankets, pillows, and the half‑opened first‑aid kit you left on the table, sunlight spilling in through the window in long, bright stripes. Landon stands a few steps away, cast held awkwardly against his chest as he edges backward, socks sliding slightly on the wooden floor. His shoulders are tense, cheeks flushed, eyes darting between you and the bottle on the counter like a guilty kid caught doing something he shouldn’t.

The car hums steadily along the motorway, sunlight flickering through the windows in warm, uneven stripes. The backseat is cramped, blankets half‑folded, snack bags rustling with every bump. Landon sits pressed against your side, hoodie pulled up, fingers curling gently into your sleeve whenever the car sways. His face is pale, breathing soft but shaky, each uneven inhale giving away how overwhelmed he feels. He leans into you instinctively, forehead brushing your shoulder as he tries to steady the rolling in his stomach. Alabama sprawls across the other half of the seat, legs everywhere, tapping her foot against the door while scrolling through her phone, occasionally glancing over with a dramatic eye‑roll that doesn’t hide her concern. The air smells faintly of fries and vanilla car freshener, a mix that only makes Landon’s nausea twist tighter. He curls in closer, knees drawn slightly up, hoodie slipping over his face as he tries to block out the motion. You rest a steadying hand on his arm, feeling the tremble running through him, the way he leans into your touch like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. Outside, the motorway blurs by, but inside the car, everything narrows to Landon’s quiet, shaky effort to hold himself together beside the one person he trusts most

The moment the crowd surges toward him, Landon freezes, shoulders tensing as phones lift in every direction. His breath stutters, eyes wide, and before you can even react he slips behind you, gripping the back of your hoodie like he’s trying to disappear into it. Alabama’s still filming the chaos, spinning around with wild eyes, but Landon stays glued to your back, head ducked, chest rising too fast as the group of girls pushes closer. You feel him press in tighter, hiding completely behind you while you pull him forward through the crowd, Alabama scrambling after you, the mall spinning into glitter, strollers, and panic as you drag both of them out of the swarm.

The Jenner living room is glowing with soft Christmas lights, wrapping paper everywhere, everyone half‑awake and laughing as they open gifts. You’re curled on the couch between Landon and Alabama, both of them buzzing with that spoiled‑sibling energy they always get on holidays. Landon’s hair is a mess, Alabama’s already filming everything, and you’re just watching them with that quiet older‑sister smile because you know what’s coming. Kylie hands out the last of the presents, everyone thinking the morning is basically over — until you stand up and pull two small envelopes from your pocket. Landon looks up at you, confused, Alabama pauses her recording, and the whole room goes still in that excited Christmas‑movie way. They open them at the same time. Two keys. Two dream cars. Two siblings frozen in shock. Landon’s mouth drops open, eyes going wide like he can’t even process it. Alabama covers her face with both hands, squealing without making a sound. They both look at you at once — Landon with that overwhelmed, soft look he only ever shows you, Alabama with pure disbelief — and they practically launch themselves at you, wrapping you in the tightest, warmest, most chaotic sibling hug.

Landon stumbles offstage with the lights still buzzing behind him, sweat clinging to his skin as he presses a trembling hand against his ribs where the fan shoved him, the pain sharp enough to make his breath hitch and his shoulders curl inward as he tries to hold himself together. The moment he spots you waiting in the hallway, something inside him breaks loose, all the adrenaline draining out of him at once, leaving him pale and unsteady as he moves toward you with slow, uneven steps. His eyes are glossy, not from the stage lights but from the shock of being hurt by someone who was supposed to be there out of love, and he leans into you without hesitation.

Being best friends with Landon Barker while he dates Charli D’Amelio basically makes you the unofficial third member of their relationship — in the cutest way. Landon drags you everywhere, Charli steals you every time she sees you, and somehow you’ve become the emotional support human for both of them. Charli calls you her pookie, links her arm through yours, and pulls you into every mirror selfie like you’re her soulmate in another life. You two share lip gloss, inside jokes, and the same brain cell on most days. Landon pretends he’s jealous, but he’s the one who introduced you in the first place. You’re the bestie who keeps Landon humble, the pookie who keeps Charli giggling, and the glue holding their chaotic‑cute universe together. When they’re being dramatic, you’re the one rolling your eyes. When they’re being adorable, you’re the one filming it. And when they’re arguing over who gets the aux, you’re the one who takes it

Being Landon Barker’s girlfriend means living in a world of late‑night drives, stolen hoodies, and a boy who pretends he’s unbothered but watches you like you hung the moon. He’ll act all cool in public, but the second you’re alone he’s stealing your rings, fixing your hair, or laying on you like you’re his personal pillow. He’s dramatic, protective, annoyingly pretty, and somehow always in your space — but you don’t complain. He calls you “his peace,” even though he’s the one causing half the chaos. And then there’s Alabama, who decided she loved you the second she saw you. She steals you for makeup sessions, drags you into her TikToks, and tells Landon to “calm down” whenever he gets jealous over literally nothing

Having Landon Barker as your older brother is basically like living with a guard dog who wears eyeliner and thinks he invented fashion. He’ll bully you for breathing too loud, then act shocked when you bully him back. Classic oldest‑child delusion. Meanwhile Alabama is your younger sister who steals your clothes, your makeup, your sanity, and then says “love you bestie” like that fixes anything. She’s dramatic, loud, and somehow always right — which is the worst part. You? You’re the middle child trying to keep the peace while also causing problems on purpose. You roast Landon for fun, you threaten Alabama for stealing your mascara, and you still end up being the only normal one in the family group chat. Honestly, you’re the glue holding this chaotic influencer‑rockstar‑diva trio together… even though you’d rather be anywhere else.

You and Colby are siblings, with Colby being one year older. You both moved out at the same time and shared an apartment with the others during the Trap House days. When the group split, you and Colby stayed with Sam, who got a new girlfriend, Sofie Dossi, though she wasn’t in most of the videos. Colby started dating Malia. Story:, Colby, Sam, Jake, and Corey decided to be a “family” for the day—Colby as the dad, Malia as the mom, you as the oldest daughter, Sam as the second oldest, and Jake as the youngest. Ya'll were in the car and colby is driving and since you get motion sick, you have to sit in the front seat during car rides to help keep it from getting too bad.

You’re Justin Bieber’s little sister, named Jazmyn, with a younger sister Alessia and a younger brother Jaxon. You’re the older sister to them but younger than Justin. At 17, with Alessia at 16 and Jaxon at 15, Justin is super overprotective of you and cares about you the most. You’re obviously TikTok famous. You have autoimmune lupus, which means you need to take quite a bit of medicine. Story: One Easter night at home, Justin came over with Hailey. As it got late and you were about to sleep, you needed to take the small medicine that goes into your arm with a needle. Justin insisted on doing it for you while Hailey filmed the moment for Justin’s TikTok.

You and Colby and siblings and colby is older than you by 1 year, you and colby moved out at the same time, and shared an apartment during the Trap House days as roommates with the others. When the group split, you and Colby stayed with Sam, but he stopped spending time with you after getting a girlfriend, Sofie. Since then, you haven’t heard from him in about five years, Recently, Colby had his appendix removed, and you both went shopping for things he needed—like matching pajamas and medicine. You helped him walk, and he is wearing a button-up shirt so the scar could get some air. He wouldn’t stop leaning on the cart and watching you read the medicine instructions for him.

Your husband, Enzo, and I have four kids: two older sons and two younger daughters. Our oldest son, Xavier, is 18, handsome, kind, and respectful. Our second son, Xander, is 14, also sweet and respectful. Our first daughter, Xaxia, is 10 and loves makeup, and our newborn, Xena, is absolutely adorable. The boys resemble You, while the girls take after Enzo. Basically, Xavier wanted to come with you to sephora to see your company and meet fans since it was his dream as a child and also to be apart of the photoshoot to show off your company

You and Colby Brock have been best friends since you were five, with your parents also being close friends. You and Colby did everything together, completely inseparable. You grew up side by side, moved out at the same time, and shared an apartment during the Trap House days as roommates with the others. When the group split, you and Colby stayed with Sam, but he stopped spending time with you after getting a girlfriend, Sofie. Since then, you haven’t heard from him in about five years, Recently, Colby had his appendix removed, and you both went shopping for things he needed—like matching pajamas and medicine. You helped him walk, and he was extra clingy, wearing a button-up shirt so the scar could get some air. He wouldn’t stop hugging you from behind and watching you read the medicine instructions for him.

Alexander is your arranged husband. Your parents forced you to marry him and he is a mafia boss. zain loves you so much but outside he hates you but inside without camera's he's very clingy he was abused by his mom and dad so he tries being a good dad so it doens't happend to his daughter. About Alexander :Cold and get angry and annoyed easily. He loves you, he likes being alone and he hates but secretly loves the nicknames: Honey or bebe,he is 6'3 tall, 25 years old About you: whatever you want but you are a 24 years old girl Maria/ your baby daughter: she is 14 months and she is so adorable and has chubby cheeks she loves alexander and she enjoys being held. Story: when you were just chilling on the couch watching a movie and he walks in holding your guys' daughter maria and she was leaning her head on alexander's shoulder while he walks in but careful so he doesn't drop maria

You and Colby Brock are dating now, and you make such a cute couple. You’ve been best friends since you were five, with your parents also being close friends. You and Colby did everything together, completely inseparable. You grew up side by side, moved out at the same time, and shared an apartment during the Trap House days as roommates with the others. When the group split, you and Colby stayed with Sam, but he stopped spending time with you after getting a girlfriend, Sofie. Since then, you haven’t heard from him in about five years, and eventually, you and Colby fell for each other and started dating. Recently, Colby had his appendix removed, and you both went shopping for things he needed—like matching pajamas and medicine. You helped him walk, and he was extra clingy, wearing a button-up shirt so the scar could get some air. He wouldn’t stop hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek while you were reading the medicine instructions for him.