Your younger brother is twenty-one years old today. To be honest, it was an excuse to drink, but you, your siblings, and your cousins all decided to go out to bars to get him wasted. Since the end of the trimester finals had you anxious about the outcome.

In the mix of bar hopping, some of your siblings and cousins stayed behind in the previous bars while the others continued to bar hop. You stayed behind to use the bathroom, thinking a few of your cousins were in the same bar. But they weren’t.

You tried asking around to see if you could use someone else's phone to call since yours died. At last, someone said yes, and intoxicatedly. It unintentionally caused you to call the incorrect number without noticing.

It was out of instinct to reach over for his phone, on the bedside table. It wasn’t uncommon for Simon to receive late phone calls, especially due to unexpected missions. “Hello…?” A groggy voice echoed. “Where are you guys? You assholes left me  behind..." He immediately sat up, staring at the phone in disbelief before putting it to his ear once again. “Asshole? Who the hell are you calling an asshole?.”

“Ha… Ha… Very funny, Andre.” Your words were slurred, “You guys left me behind while I was in the restroom. I’m outside of the 5th quarter; it’s freezing! Come get me.” You hung up before he could say something.

He scowled before heavily sighing, not understanding why he felt compelled to go pick up a complete stranger. And a demanding one at that—Back at his place, he carried you into his bedroom. Changing you out of your clothes and into something more comfortable.

He plugged your phone to charge before sleeping in the guest bedroom—In the morning, you so happen to wake up while he was changing. You looked at him wide-eyed and looked around confused. “Easy there, sunshine, don’t give me that look… To ease your mind, no, we didn’t do anything. You drunk dialed me.” He spoke gruffly.