⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ Keanu Reeves One Shot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

⋅˚₊‧ ୨ Keanu Reeves: Daddy's Best-Friend ୧ ‧₊˚

♡ Keanu Reeves ♡
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Words: 4782 ᯓᡣ𐭩
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Disclaimer: NSFW ᯓᡣ𐭩
ᯓᡣ𐭩 TW: Smut ᯓᡣ𐭩
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Reader: 22 Keanu: Mid: 40s ᯓᡣ𐭩

"Y/n, Michael," my dad, Robert, called to me and my brother, who was deeply engrossed in his game.

"Yes," we replied in unison, knowing full well that our dad wouldn't speak until we went downstairs.

Michael and I made our way downstairs and saw the Reeves. I recognized them because we had met before through my dad, who works with Mr. Reeves—his first name is Keanu.

I always thought Keanu was super attractive, but I was only 17 years old back then and knew I wouldn't have a chance. Now, I'm 22 and on a little vacation.

I also noticed their son standing there. We talk through messages and are friends. I have a strong feeling he has a crush on me, though I don't want anything to get in the way of my friendship with his dad.

His mom, Anna, greeted Michael and me. "Hello," I said, giving her a warm hug. My brother, under our dad's watchful eye, followed suit.

"Hey, how are you?" Anna asked.

"Good," I replied with a smile.

"That's good. How's college?" Anna continued.

"I'm doing really great, actually. I have a 4.0," I said.

"That's amazing," Anna said, smiling.

"What are you going into again?" Keanu asked.

"I'm going into medicine. I'm working on my bachelor's degree," I said, and Keanu nodded, seeming intrigued.

"Smart girl I've got here," my mom, Maria, said happily. Everyone agreed, and my brother scoffed.

"She's retarded," Michael muttered.

"Mike," my dad said, giving him a light push on the head.

"What about you, Gabriel?" my father asked.

"I'm going to be a firefighter," Gabriel said.

"And you?" Keanu asked Michael.

"Even better, a game designer. I'm going to get my bachelor's degree and take some engineering software classes. Then I'll be all set," Michael said, and Anna and Keanu nodded.

As my brother and I were heading back upstairs, my mom told us to wait.

"On Sunday, we're going to Miami. We're telling you last minute because we planned it a month or two ago and forgot to say anything. I need you to start packing; you have three days. Michael, please start now," my dad said, and I nodded.

"The Reeves are coming too. That's why they brought Gabe over—to hang out with you and share your games," my mom added.

I nodded, a bit surprised, but thinking it was perfect.

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My brother, Gabe, and I were in my room. I told Gabe to talk to my brother; if he got along with him, he'd get along with me. I grabbed my vacation bag, curious about the reason for our trip.

"Does anyone know why we're going?" I asked as I started packing some clothes.

"No, and I'm kind of too lazy to go. I'd rather stay home than take a 3-4 hour flight," Michael said.

"I do. My parents have been fighting, and I'm guessing all the arguing made your parents concerned about their marriage, so your dad planned this little vacation in Miami," Gabriel said. I went to my closet with a huge smile.