Brooks figured it should feel strange that he felt more at home walking through a trailer park than he did in his own neighborhood; that he felt safer traipsing drunk through the darkness than he did in his own bedroom… but with as much Jameson as he had shot back in the last hour or so, he figured it would only be working against his own buzz to think on it so hard. So, instead he focused on trying to keep himself from stumbling as he made his way toward Mira’s place. The sight of the familiar home bringing him the only ounce of comfort he had felt in… fuckin’ days. And then squashing itself so fuckin’ immediately when he realized Mira would actually have to see him the way he was - bruised and drunker than fuckin’ hell.
He almost considered going to the door, knocking and trying to pretend like he wasn’t wasted off his ass. But with as much fuckin’ fun as it would be to get chewed out by three Baizen’s in one night, Brooks decided to go his best friend’s window instead. Barely a warning knock tapping against the glass before he went to push it open. “Honey, I’m home!” Brooks practically slurred, every limb looking like it might as well be disconnected from his body as he attempted the climb through. “You know, Mirabella, I know I made a promise about not making any jokes about beating my schlong,” The boy just did his best to grin despite the turmoil in his chest; not meeting Mira’s eyes for a second as he tumbled onto her floor. “But I definitely think I deserve a little somethin’-somethin’ after that heroic fuckin’ climb, right? ‘Mm basically fuckin’ Spider-Man over here.”
Mira wasn’t a procrastinator by any means but she always did her work late at night, the night before it was due. She weirdly worked better that way instead of doing it days before it was due, so as she lounged in an oversized t-shirt in her own room, doing her homework for her English class she wasn’t expecting any visitors during the night. Hearing rustling by her window, she was prepared to fight someone if she had tom, although who would be trying to climb a teenage girl’s window in the middle of the night.
Mason Brooks, it seemed. Seeing the drunken teenager climb into her room, she had immediately begun rolling her eyes. “What the fuck?” She rhetorically asked, positioning herself on her bed, wondering why the hell Brooks was drunk, bruised, and in her room. “Yeah, yeah, the one story climb can get you a kiss on the cheek. Now what the fuck is up with you?” This time not rhetorical, she took in the pure sight of the guy who looked like an entire mess.
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