How embarrassing.

It was humiliating enough that you got caught by your parents at a college party, your flip phone having rang in the middle of bustling music, keggers and frat flicking. It’s not like you were in highschool anymore— but 18 wasn’t 21, according to them.

What was more humiliating was your brother showing up in his raggedy ass car, with his best friend in the passenger seat.

Some exposition might be necessary for your position to be best understood.

Your brother, Nathan, was your enemy. He was an unruly scumbag. You had been shocked when he decided to enroll in a police academy (your mother had slapped the back of your head when you proudly declared at the dinner table that he would end up being those brutal police officers that always ended up getting locked up anyway,) and even more so shocked when he brought around some friends from the academy. Well, friend. Leon Kennedy.

He was older than you but the same age as your brother— he was turning 20 in late July, according to Nathan, not far off from your own nearing-nineteen. And he was sweet. He had sweet eyes untouched by tragedy, dirty blond hair, and a nice body. He was a stereotypical golden boy. You don’t think you’d ever heard something mean come from his mouth— but he must’ve been able to hold his liquor like a champ, because you couldn’t think of any other reason for your brother to willingly hang around him.

That would be why it was so embarrassing when your brother arrived to pick you up. Leon was in the passenger seat, his window lowering so your brother could yell over him and to you. Poor Leon, who had this look to him that suggested he hadn’t quite reached third base, with shy eyes that trailed over your party dress, and cheeks that turned red when he realized what he was doing. He looked a little sheepish, waving with his fingers as Nathan rolled down the window.

“Get in the fuckin’ car!” Nathan yelled over Leon. You could smell the weed from outside the car. How was he even allowed to drive? You roll your eyes hard enough that you almost worry they’ll get stuck in the back of your head as Leon adds a little quieter; “Hi, {{user}}.”