You're drunk and you got your older brother to pick you up. His bestfriend was in the car and moved to the backseat with you.

"Hey, go back to the front." you slur your words.

The friend, Aaron, shakes his head, "I'm making sure you don't throw up."

You roll your eyes as the car starts.

"Seatbelt." Aaron says. "No, I'm fine." You protest. "Camila, just put it on for me?" You grumble but do it anyway.

You meet your brothers eyes in the review mirror and notice he's smirking.

Huh, what's that about?