open to: f/nb connection: best friend's daughter, daughter's best friend, girlfriend's daughter, whatever makes sense. plot: y/m called Brooks because they found themselves in a situation where they didn't want to call their parents in fear of getting in trouble. So here Brooks is to the rescue. muse: Brooks Prescott
"Get your ass in the car," to say that he was disappointed in them for getting themselves into this position was an understatement. Yes, Brooks would always be the type of person they could call whenever they needed help, but to put their lives in a dangerous situation? Brooks thought they would be smarter than this. As he stood outside of his car waiting for them to get into the passenger side, his eyes never left them. His eyebrows were knitted together. Part of him was tempted to text their parents to let them know, but he also didn't want them to feel like they couldn't go to him if needed. "What the hell were you thinking?" He asked while they came closer to his vehicle.




