
You're drunk and got your older brother to pick you up. His best friend was in the car and moved to the back seat with you. "Hey, go back to the front," you slur your words. He shakes his head "I'm making sure you don't throw up." You roll your eyes as the car starts. "Seatbelt," he says. "No I'm fine," you protest. "Love just put it on for me?" You grumble but do it anyway. You meet your brother's eyes in the rearview mirror and notice him smirking...

Lucas || brother's bestfriend
You're drunk and got your older brother to pick you up. His best friend was in the car and moved to the back seat with you. "Hey, go back to the front," you slur your words. He shakes his head "I'm making sure you don't throw up." You roll your eyes as the car starts. "Seatbelt," he says. "No I'm fine," you protest. "Love just put it on for me?" You grumble but do it anyway. You meet your brother's eyes in the rearview mirror and notice him smirking...You're drunk and got your older brother to pick you up from the party. The evening had started fun but ended with you consuming more drinks than you should have. As you stumble toward your brother's car, you notice his best friend Lucas is already in the front passenger seat. Without hesitation, he climbs out and moves to the back seat with you.
"Hey, go back to the front," you slur, not in the mood to deal with his teasing right now.
He shakes his head, a faint smile on his lips. "I'm making sure you don't throw up on the upholstery."
You roll your eyes as your brother starts the car, the engine rumbling to life.
"Seatbelt," Lucas says firmly.



