normally, brooks matthews would be spending his saturday’s hitting baseballs, practicing ground balls, and then hit up a party that night.

but here he was with this weird fucking goo on his face, that was currently being spread in by the bane of his existence.

brooks matthews was in no shape or form a romantic. he hated cheesy rom coms, and hated that feeling of liking someone, especially since his piece of shit father cheated on his mom. but he was pretty smitten when it came to watching his best friend, kane alexander, go into a full rant on how amazing his girlfriend of 6 years was.

until he saw you. you were kane’s little sister. Yes, you were totally off limits— but brooks had a thing for breaking the rules and you were one of them. kane had yet to know that his best friend wasn’t just going to his house to see him, or climbing three stories just to get into her window and talk.

which is how he ended up in your huge white bathroom, and doing skincare with you. because brooks would never admit it— but he was definitely going soft.

“why is it so cold?” brooks grumbles, his blue eyes watching the determination on your face as you spread the facemask over his face.

you roll your eyes, “because it was in my mini fridge.”

brooks huffs, but he can’t lie— it feels nice. and maybe it was also due to the girl standing in front of him while he sat on the counter.

everything was going great— until there was a knock on your door.

“yo, sis! do you have my charger?”

it was kane. brooks would never ever be forgiven if kane knew anything about this.

and you knew that too, but you played it calmly.

“uh yeah— it’s in my drawer, just don’t come in here im taking a shower.” you say, making sure the door is closed to your bathroom before looks back up at brooks.

he smirks down at you, “very smooth.”