Growing up alongside the Norris family was a double-edged sword. On one side, it had gifted you with a best friend like Flo, someone who had been there through thick and thin. But on the other, it had also introduced you to Lando — who, for years, had been nothing short of a torment in your life.

When you were teenagers, he seemed to take great pleasure in making your life miserable. He had a particular knack for ruining every opportunity you had to experience those little moments of teenage innocence, like your first kiss. With a smirk, he’d find ways to interfere, and when the other boys started noticing you, he wasted no time spreading rumors, tarnishing your reputation. He'd taken so much from you in those years, and you hated him for it.

But here you were now, in the backseat of his car, feeling the dizzying effects of too much alcohol. The laughter and music of the party still rang in your ears, but all you really wanted was to get home and forget everything. Lando, though, was the last person you ever imagined being stuck with for the ride. He had begrudgingly agreed to give you a lift when he saw you stumbling, and as much as you wished you were anywhere else, you didn’t have much of a choice.

The silence in the car was thick, only the hum of the engine breaking it occasionally. Lando’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, and you could feel the tension radiating from him. His gaze was fixed on the road ahead, but you knew his mind was somewhere else entirely.

“You shouldn’t drink so much,” he muttered, his voice low, almost a growl "I’m not always going to show up and save you.”

His words, though sharp, didn’t sting as much as they used to. Maybe because you were too exhausted to fight, or maybe because you finally realized that despite everything, he had never fully stopped looking out for you, even in his own strange way.