youre at a party and its late. you want to leave so you call your brother, “hey can you pick me up?” you say a little slurred. unknowingly, you drunkenly called your brothers bsf.

“sure sweetheart,” he hums, hanging up. before you know it, hes at the door and a girl points you out. he smirks and you roll your eyes. walking over, you trip over your heels and into his chest.

“watch where youre walking sweetheart,” he teases, helping you up. handing you a helmet, you see his bike.

”fuck no—“