As much as Winter didn’t want to be at the hospital she wasn’t completely stupid. The doctors seemed to want her to stay and get some painkillers and xrays and wasn’t complaining too much about that. At least whatever they were giving her was dulling the pain. In between doctors and nurses checking up on her Winter had managed to sneak out of her room. The idea of her going home had crossed her mind but when she heard a nurse mention of the main of a friend she changed her mind. Without drawing too much attention she slipped into Brandon’s room, making sure the door was firmly closed behind her. Winter wasn’t at her best, she was sure she had bags under her eyes, her hair was a mess and her makeup from the wedding was smudged but it wasn’t like Brandon was in a position to judge. “I heard you got shot.” She laughed, very quickly regretting it as pain shot through her body making her wince.
As soon as Winter had caught a glimpse of Elena Volkov she’d panicked. She knew for a fact that the Volkov’s wouldn’t have been invited to the wedding but one of them being there meant that any of them could be lurking around the next corner. She wasn’t worried about Elena being there, but the others could be more of a problem. As soon as she saw a friendly face Winter grabbed onto his hand, dragging him over to the nearest bar. If anybody was going to be good for what she needed it was going to be Brandon. “Get me drunk, please.”
I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).
send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.
Send me a ‘🎁’ and my muse will give yours a Christmas present.
He shuffles back and forth awkwardly, nerves bubbling up from his stomach as he fingers the stiff cardstock in his hands, idly playing with it as he considers how to give the gift to Brandon. Two tickets to Surrey, one for Brandon and one for Kayla, since he knows Brandon's been missing his family for months now. He also knows about the circles under his eyes that have only been getting darker and the way his movements are always jerky and frenzied now, rather than just when he drinks coffee or stays up too late. And Brandon's been withdrawing from everybody, not just Hunter, so nobody can help like he knows Brandon needs.
So Hunter settles for the only option left to him, as a concerned friend: he pulls strings with his dad to get the last minute holiday first class flight tickets. He hopes it's enough to at least make him smile again, after how long he's been looking stressed and miserable from school and the situation with Grace. Hesitating at the door, he raises a hand to knock, only to stop short of actually knocking and let out a sigh. See, the thing is- he's not very good with big things like this. Except expensive plane tickets as Christmas gifts were offically one if those 'Big Deal' things between friends, and he didn't want to make it a big deal.
He doesn't want Brandon to feel pressured or obligated to pay him back, but knowing Brandon, it's bound to happen if he just gives him the tickets. Shaking his head, he's turning back to just knock and get it over with when the door opens and Brandon comes out anyways. Instantly, his mouth goes dry at the sight of him, his lips opening and closing in surprise before he manages to find his voice, clearing his throat quickly. “Busted.” He's proud of himself for staying so nonchalant and even managing a laugh, even when his heart is beginning to pound faster until Hunter's sure Brandon could hear it.
“Uh, I was debating between giving these to Kayla to open or leaving them on your door and running.” He confesses, a sigh escaping his lungs like smoke, a small smile quirking up the corner of his lips. “Here, man. Merry Christmas.” He says earnestly, the words sounding more like a declaration than a sentiment, as he holds out the envelope with the tickets inside. “Don't worry about paying me back, or getting me something; I don't need it, but I know you've been wanting to go home. Okay? So just take them. There's one for you and Kayla, so just- Just get out of here, yeah? Take a break and do what you need to, and I'll be here when you get back. Alright?” He asks, slapping the envelope into his hands, giving him a questioning look before nodding. “Alright then. I'll see you after the break.” His unsaid 'I love you’ hangs in the air, bitter under his tongue when he swallows it down with a smile instead of setting it free like he wants to. He nods again, clapping a hand on Brandon's shoulder before turning and leaving before he ruins it.
