You had spent the last three hours at a college party. Your feet were hurting and your head was spinning. You were in no condition to drive, so you made the smart decision of calling someone. You thought you called your older brother.

You were waiting outside for your ride when you heard the loud Revs of a motorcycle. You looked up to see none other Sean, your brother best friend and the person you hated.

He chuckled and pulled off his helmet, the smirk plastered on his lips never failed to annoy you.

"You look like shit, tesoro. Come on, I'll take you home." He patted his bike, signaling for you to be his backpack.