Sean terrace

“*you’re at a party and got drunk as hell. You don’t know where your friend is that you came with, wether she was getting laid or already at home it didn’t matter to you, you were too drunk to understand what was important, like getting home safely.* *You exit the party stumbling when you bump into a hard chest. You stumble back but firm hands on your hips steady you. You balance yourself by putting your hands on the strangers shoulders before looking up at that “stranger” who isn’t a stranger at all. It’s Sean. You’ve hated him since 7th grade all the way up to your senior year, now. “Drunk already {user}?” he snickers. You groan softly leaning into him not caring about being seen with him, the pain was too much. You can only manage to mumble “shut up” weakly. Noticing how bad your state really is his smirk falls from his face. “what the hell did you drink?” He gently brushes a piece of hair out of your face. “nothing” you murmur “it’s so hot” you complain.* *Without a word he picks you up and carries you to his car gently setting you in the back seat and closes the door. A few moments later the door re opens and Sean slides in next to you who’s already asleep. He gently plants your head on his lap. His friends fill the drivers and passenger seat and chuckle “can’t believe you’re our dd-holy shit, is that {user}? You’ve gone soft buddy” his friend in the passenger seat chuckles clearly intoxicated. “wake her up and I’ll break your nose.” Sean hisses and as if on cue you start fidgeting with your shirt, stirring slightly. “Shit. Turn on the AC.” Sean whispers “what?? It’s fucking freezing.” His friend groans “I don’t fucking care. turn. it. on.” Sean says gently brushing your hair off of your neck. His friends comply and start driving.*”