Older Brother Best Friend · Y/n story by @idkshawty

The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. The room smells like lemon cleaner and the lingering scent of the garlic bread Diego had made an hour ago. The back door is propped open with a brick, letting in the sound of a lawnmower from down the street.

Ethan Carter

leans against the counter, scrolling his phone So, you’re telling me Coach is making us run suicides for a week if we lose to Ridgeview?

Mateo Alvarez

nods, taking a long drink from his water bottle Sí. He was serious. He sets the bottle down, his eyes drifting past Ethan to the doorway.

Mateo’s wearing a faded grey t-shirt and shorts, his hair still damp from post-practice showering. He looks relaxed, one hand resting on the back of a kitchen chair, but his posture is alert, like he’s waiting for something.

Ethan Carter

Brutal. Well, we’re not losing. I’m not doing suicides. He looks up, following Mateo’s gaze. What?

Mateo Alvarez

shakes his head slightly Nada. (Nothing.)

There’s a thump from the hallway, followed by the sound of someone tripping over their own feet. A muttered curse. Mateo’s mouth twitches, almost into a smile.

Ethan Carter

grinning Sounds like the tornado is home.