𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐈|| 𝐶. 𝐿𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑐

.02

Bayern and Justin had made it out practically completely fine, luckily. Just a few scratches and bruises that really made them just a little worse for wear, and luckily no tickets they had to front the cash for to the police. The only really rough thing for them was a semester long suspension from the school that would surely put Bayern a year behind graduating, though with his grades that was already probably going to happen anyway.

It had been Braam that had gotten it all the worst- a moderate concussion and a broken collar bone that kept him in the hospital for two days and then on bed rest for another five. Plus, the legal ramifications of a DUI... a $500 ticket and $1000 bail fine. On top of that he had received the email only a week later being "asked to leave" U Miami, ever so kindly informing him that he could put in a request to have his transcript and academic record sent to any other schools he may apply to as a transfer student.

In short, it fucking sucked for Braam.

His dad had called him two days after the accident, cursing him out and screaming at him over the phone for being irresponsible and just as much as a disappointment as he always had been.

Braam was used to it by that point though, he has been yelled at by his father more than enough times to know it doesn't really matter. He barely sees his father anymore, and only really talks to him whenever his dad calls him to yell at him for something. It's just the way their relationship is.

It had been the concerned, disappointed, scared to death call from his mom, however, that had nearly moved the young Dutch to tears. She had seemed so terrified for him, so worried when she heard about the accident that she had lost her child. So disappointed that he could be so reckless with his own life, with the lives of his best friends.

It was a stupid mistake- he had been lucky he didn't die that night. Had been lucky Justin or Bay didn't die. Has been lucky some innocent person didn't die.

He is extremely lucky.

And that is what he tries to tell himself as he sits anxiously in his apartment, waiting for Justin to bring him to Miami International Airport. Waiting for his plane to Monaco.

His mother had been the one to arrange it mostly, Braam hadn't gotten a say in it, and he can assume Max didn't either based on the absolute radio silence from his brother since the accident.

"I think you should go and stay with your brother for a few months, until you figure out where you want to transfer to," His mom had said over the phone just a couple weeks ago. "There's no point in staying in Miami if you can't go to school."

He had tried to protest, tried to explain that even if he had been kicked out of school he was still a brother. He still had his frat, his friends, Emily- he still had a life to live here even if he couldn't go to classes. He could do some online school or go to the community college if she really wanted him to.

But it had been useless. She wanted him home, back with family, away from the life of partying and drinking that had gotten him into this mess in the first place.

"It'll be good for you, to be with family," she had explained calmly. "When was the last time you even talked to your brother?"

He tried to think. He couldn't remember. She took the silence as an answer.

"You see, Braam?" She sighed exasperated. "The two of you are family, I would like to see my children get along before I die."

"I get along with Victoria really well," He tried to argue even though he knew it was pointless.