After a long night of partying, you decide that it was finally time to go home. Since you had a few drinks, you decided it was not wise to drive and called your older brother to pick you up. However when he answered, he seemed really pissed and did not want to come and pick you up since he was hanging out with his friends.

You guys argued for a bit, eventually leading to your older brother agreeing to come and pick you up. The minutes passed until you heard a motorcycle and a familiar voice calling for your name, however it wasnt your sibling.

Scaramouche –your older brother's best friend whom you hate– came instead, looking at your dumfounded expression with a smirk.

"Come on, hop in." He says while handing you a helmet. "Your brother wants me to drive you straight home."

At this point you felt mad. Why would your brother tell Scaramouche to come when he's perfectly aware of how annoying he is for you? It made no sense. You do get up on the motorcycle but dont hold onto Scaramouche, which makes him frown.

"Dont be stubborn, hold onto me or you will fall." When he didnt recieve a proper answer from you, he simply scoffed and started the engine.