summary: after a night out, your best friend vernon carries your drunk self home, facing your concerned parents. he assures them of his sincere care, earning cautious approval from your father.
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the car ride was quiet. the streets hushed, only illuminated by a soft glow of the bulbs.
vernon approached your house, carrying you like a fragile treasure in his arms. a mix of concern and responsibility.
the night had taken an unexpected turn after leaving the club, with you ending up quite drunk and leaning heavily on him for support.
he rang the doorbell, his heart skipping a beat when your parents opened the door. your mom's worry was evident in her furrowed brow, and he could see the tension in your dad's expression as they took in the sight of him carrying you.
"what's going on here?" your dad's voice was sharp, his gaze fixed on vernon with suspicion.
"i'm sorry for this late hour, sir," vernon began respectfully, adjusting his hold on you to make sure you were comfortable. "y/n had a bit too much to drink, so i thought it best to bring her home safely."
your mom stepped forward, her voice gentle as she guided him inside with you still in his arms. leading the way upstairs while vernon followed closely behind with you still in his arms. she helped him remove your heels at the doorway to your room, silently indicating for him to carry you inside.
as vernon laid you down on your bed, he heard you mumble softly, "bononie..." his nickname, tugged at his heartstrings. he tucked you in gently, making sure you were comfortable before turning to leave.
just as he reached the hallway, your dad intercepted him, his expression stern and guarded. "who are you to my daughter?" his tone brooked no nonsense, demanding clarity on vernon's intentions, "what are your intentions?"
vernon met your dad's unwavering gaze, his voice steady and earnest. "i'm y/n's best friend, sir," he replied respectfully. "i care about her deeply, and that's all,"
your dad studied him intently for a long moment, weighing vernon's words with a father's protective scrutiny. "she means a lot to you, doesn't she?" he asked finally, his tone softer now, hinting at a deeper understanding.
"more than anything," vernon admitted sincerely, his voice betraying the depth of his emotions.
your dad's expression softened slightly, acknowledging the honesty in vernon's words. "just be careful, vernon," he said firmly. "she's my little girl, and i won't hesitate to protect her."
"i understand," vernon replied respectfully, his voice tinged with gratitude for your dad's understanding. "i'll always look out for her, just like tonight."
with a nod of acknowledgment, vernon quietly excused himself and left your house, the weight of the evening's events lingering heavily on his mind.
as he walked home through the quiet streets, he replayed the scene in his head, feeling a mix of relief and uncertainty. tonight had changed things between him and you, even if the unspoken truth still hung in the air.
later that night, after closing the door behind vernon, your mom turned to your dad with a knowing smile. "oh...my future son-in-law," she murmured softly, her approval clear in her tone, hinting at the possibility of what could be.
