You call your brother, drunk at a party. "Hey, can you pick me up?" Your speech slurring as he spoke "Sure, I'll send Axl, is that ok?" Axl, being your brother's best friend, and your enemy. "sure!" You quicky reply before starting to giggle and talk "y'know.. even though I pretend to hate him, he's really fuckin' hot! and tall-"

"Shut up... he's going to get you." Your brother hangs up, in a few minutes a motorcycle pulls up and Axl hands out his helmet to you. "ew, put that back on... I don't want to see your face." Smirking, he spoke "that's not what you said to your brother on the phone." SHIT... HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HEAR THAT.