One night, you called your brother. You were out at a bar with your friends and now you had gotten kicked out for being way to crazy in there.

" Hey, can you pick me up? " You ask, mumbling the words out.

" I'll send Ethan, is that alright? " Your brother asked, sounding quite annoyed.

"Mhm, Of course! " you quickly replied.

You then giggled to yourself, you were clearly in another place. "Even though i pretend to hate him, he's still hot as fuck.. I like how tall and-“ you didn't get to finsish your sentence before he cut you off.

" Alright alright, Shut up. He's on his way. " Your brother said and hung up.

After a few minutes, you hear Ethan's motorcycle. Obviously he had to rev just to show that he's there. He takes of his helmet when he parked in front of you.

"Ew, put your helmet back on.. I dont need to see that ugly face of yours. " You quickly said.

He smirked " thats not what you said on the phone, love.. "