You know how in movies, the little brother is always annoying and gets in the way? Well, I’m about to tell you a story that’ll make you think twice about that.

I’m Liam, and I’m 14. I live with my parents and my older sister, Emily.

She’s 17 and pretty much the coolest person I know. Well, at least she was until she started dating this guy named Matt.

Emily has always been the responsible one. She helps me with my homework, gives me advice about school stuff, and even covers for me when I forget to do my chores (which happens more than I’d like to admit). Everyone depends on her, you know? She’s like the glue that holds our friend group together.

But things changed ever since she started dating Matt. She stopped hanging out with her friends as much. She’d be glued to her phone, texting him all the time. Even when I asked for help with my math homework (which I hate), she’d just wave me off and say, “Later, Liam. I’m busy.”

And Matt? He’s a whole other story. When Emily’s around, he’s all smiles and charm. But the second she turns her back, it’s like he flips a switch.

I remember this one time at a school event when Emily had gone to the bathroom, and I was standing near Matt and his friends. One of the younger kids accidentally bumped into him, and Matt just sneered, “Watch it, loser!”

The poor kid looked like he was about to cry. But the moment Emily came back, Matt was all smiles again, acting like nothing happened.

I felt so helpless watching my sister date a guy like him. I wanted to tell Emily the truth, but I didn’t know how. I mean, how do you tell your sister her boyfriend’s a jerk without sounding like a jealous little brother?

Things came to a head on Emily’s 17th birthday. She’d been dropping hints for weeks that Matt had something special planned. She was hoping for a promise ring or something romantic like that.

Meanwhile, Mom and Dad had planned a family dinner, and they allowed Emily to invite Matt.

On the day of her birthday, Emily was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. She spent hours getting ready, picking out the perfect outfit, and doing her hair just right. But as the time for dinner approached, Matt was nowhere to be seen.

We all sat around the table, and Mom began putting candles on the cake. Meanwhile, Emily kept checking her phone, and her smile faded a little more every time she did it.

Finally, after waiting for a few more minutes, Dad said we should start without him.

“I’m sure he’s just running late,” Emily said, but I could hear the doubt in her voice.

We sang “Happy Birthday,” ate cake, and opened presents. Emily tried to act like everything was fine, but I could see the hurt in her eyes. Matt didn’t even bother sending a message.

After dinner, I was heading to my room when I heard Emily’s voice from behind her closed door.

She was on the phone, and even though she was trying to keep her voice down, I could hear every word.

“Matt, where were you?” Emily asked. “I waited all night.”

I couldn’t hear Matt’s response, but whatever he said made Emily sigh.

“You lost track of time? With your friends? On my birthday?” Emily’s voice was getting louder. “You didn’t even call or text.”

There was a pause, and then Emily spoke again, her voice softer this time.

“No, it’s… it’s fine. I understand. We can celebrate another time.”

I couldn’t believe it. She was letting him off the hook!

I wanted to burst into her room and grab the phone, to tell Matt exactly what I thought of him. But I didn’t.

Instead, I went to my room and lay on my bed, trying to figure out how to make this right.

The next day at school, I knew I had to do something. I couldn’t let Matt get away with hurting Emily like that.

So, I came up with an idea during lunch. It was risky, and I knew Emily might get mad at me, but I had to try.

I grabbed a piece of paper and did my best to imitate Matt’s handwriting. I’d seen it enough times when he’d left notes in Emily’s locker.

I wrote: Meet me in the gym after school. I have something special planned for you. I’m sorry about yesterday.

I folded the note and slipped it into Emily’s locker when no one was looking. My heart was pounding so hard I thought everyone could hear it.

After my last class, I rushed to find Emily’s friends and told them what Matt had done. They were furious.

“What a jerk!” Sophia, Emily’s best friend, exclaimed. “We can’t let him get away with this.”

That’s when I shared my plan.

“I left a note in Emily’s locker, pretending to be Matt. It says to meet him in the gym after school. But instead of Matt, it’ll be us. We’ll throw her a surprise party.”

The girls loved the idea, so we quickly divided up tasks. Sophia volunteered to keep Emily busy in the cafeteria while the rest of us decorated the gym.

We worked like crazy, blowing up balloons, hanging streamers, and setting up a table with snacks and drinks. Someone even managed to hook up a speaker to play Emily’s favorite songs.

I felt excited and nervous as we did the final touches. What if Emily figured out the note wasn’t from Matt? What if she got mad at me for interfering?

But it was too late to back out now. I texted Sophia to bring Emily to the gym.

A few minutes later, the gym doors opened, and Emily walked in. She looked confused, but her eyes widened as she took in the decorations, the music, and all of us standing there.

“Surprise!” we all shouted.

Emily’s mouth fell open.

“What… what is this?” she asked as she looked around the room. She was probably looking for Matt.

That’s when I stepped forward.

“Surprise! We’re not letting some idiot ruin your day, Em.”

Emily’s eyes filled with tears, but she was smiling.

“You did all this for me?” she asked.

I nodded. “Happy birthday, sis.”

Emily rushed forward and hugged me tight. I could feel her tears on my shoulder, but I knew they were happy tears this time.

When she pulled back, her eyes were shining, and the sadness from last night was gone.

“You guys are the best,” she said, looking around at all her friends.

Then, we started the party and began digging into the snacks. By this time, Emily was laughing and dancing with her friends, and I felt so proud of myself for making her feel happy again.

I thought everything was fine until Matt entered the gym. But he wasn’t alone.

He had his arm around another girl, both of them laughing about something. They were so caught up in each other that they didn’t even notice us at first.

The music seemed to die instantly, and everyone froze.

That’s when Matt and the girl finally looked up. Their smiles immediately faded as they realized where they were and who was staring at them.

Honestly, I felt like I couldn’t breathe at that point. This wasn’t part of the plan.

I turned to Emily, hoping she wasn’t crying. But what I saw next was something I wasn’t expecting.

Emily’s skin turned red in anger as she stepped forward and confronted Matt.

“Is this the surprise you had planned for me?” she asked him.

“Emily, I… This isn’t… I can explain,” Matt stammered.

But Emily wasn’t having it. She turned to the girl, who looked like she wanted to disappear.

“You can keep him,” Emily said. “He’s not worth it.”

With that, she turned back to us. We all started clapping and Emily walked back to the cake, completely ignoring Matt and the other girl as they awkwardly shuffled out of the gym.

Once the gym doors closed behind them, I heard Emily laugh. It was a real, genuine laugh that I hadn’t heard in months.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” she said, shaking her head. “But you know what? I’m glad it did.”

The rest of the party was awesome. We ate cake, danced, and made jokes about how Matt had been caught red-handed. By the end of the night, my sister was glowing with happiness.

As Emily and I walked home, she turned to me and said, “I don’t know how you pulled that off, but it was exactly what I needed. Thank you, Liam.”

I just smiled, feeling both relieved and a little guilty that things hadn’t gone exactly as planned.

But in the end, I showed Matt my sister had someone to protect her, and Emily got what she deserved.

She got a great 17th birthday party and a reminder that she wasn’t worth a guy like Matt.

After this incident, I’ve come to realize that being a little brother isn’t so bad after all. Sometimes, we’re the real heroes of the story. Isn’t that true?

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