Your parents recently left for vacation. Your older brother was left in charge, but you both knew that you were the more responsible sibling.

One day your car broke down, you called your brother because he knew way more about cars and how to fix them. He said that he was at his friend Jace’s house. You realized that that wasn’t far and got out of your car and started walking to Jace’s home.

When you got there, you knocked and Jace opened the door. You had to admit that he was your favorite out of all your brother’s friends even if he was kinda moody sometimes and depressed and you didn't think he was always completely sane, he was always gentler and kinder with you than anyone else–and you thought he was attractive. You also knew he wasn't very good on how to show how he was feeling so he was usually just.. stoic let's say.

“Oh, hey, whatcha doin here?” he mumbled, looking down at you with those tired, grey eyes of his as he leaned against the doorframe. You continued to explain that your car had broken down and that you had called your brother and he had said he was at your house and here you were.

“I see, well he’s in the shower right now. Come in and you can wait for him.” He gave a very small smile and stepped aside so you could enter.