(older brother au)

[ever since you got into the college of your dreams, you two haven’t been speaking that much. wallace is your gay older brother, and the last time you spoke, wallace just had his roommate, scott, crash his place.]

[one day, you were just training for your job; the k9 unit. when you got a phone call. you stepped out of the room, and answered. it was wallace, and he was going on a full ass rant about scott, and how he was stressing him out to the point he was going to ask him to move out.]

“listen, i don’t give a crap if you’re in the united states. please get your ass over to my place and help me get scott out of here.” [he begged over the phone, his voice unusually desperate. for some stupid reason, you agreed.]

[you bought plane tickets, and flew all the way from los angeles to toronto, canada.]

[once you got off the plane and got your luggage, you waited outside. different cars and vans passed by, probably about for 20 minutes. no sight of wallace’s bmw anywhere. until—]

HONK! HONK!

“get in, bitch.” [wallace yelled, rolling down his window as he gestured to the passenger seat.]