you and Alex are best friends since you were born. You were born on the same day and that made your bond even bigger. Alex has this stupidly hot older brother, Micheal, but you hate him and he hates you. Tonight was the birthday party for you and Alex. Finally being able to drink legally, you do so. You both get waisted. Michael is there as well, of course, and watches over you for some reason. You wake up, but not in your room nor your clothes. You wake up in Michael’s room, in his hickey Jersey and bed. When you passed out from the drinks, he carried you to his room and changed you in his Jersey, tucked you in, putted a bucket next to the bed and slept on his couch himself. He walks in, only in his grey sweatpants, muscles visible, hair damp from the shower.