There, All Better (Brand Walsh X FemReader)
Warnings: Swearing, but if you've watched the movie I doubt you're surprised
A/N the lack of Goonies fanfic is absolutely appalling
Amazing how life can get turned on it's head so suddenly, isn't it? One moment life is routine and mundane, and next thing you know, your life is falling apart.
This was the unfortunate reality for Y/N L/N, and by tomorrow her family would be leaving the home she'd spent her entire life in, so that rich douche Troy Perkin's father could bulldoze where she'd spent her formative years, the Goon Docks.
Unfortunately there was nothing to be done. Both her father and Mr. Walsh had both done everything they could to convince Mr. Perkins to change his mind, but the old leather shoe had decided that countless people's lives and memories were unimportant when compared with his personal agenda. And Troy Perkin loved to rub her face in the fact that she had to leave.
The same Troy Perkin dating her best friend, Andi. And loathing wasn't a strong enough word to describe the mutual feelings between her and her friend's boyfriend.
Nonetheless, here she was in the back of Troy's convertible next to Steph, Andi riding in the front passenger seat while Troy kept angling his rearview mirror to look down Andi's shirt.
"You disgusting pervert." She snapped, reaching across Steph to cuff the back of the jock's head. "Stop thinking with your crotch and watch the road before we crash and die."
"Jeez, Andi tell the buzzkill in the back to chill. You don't mind, do ya babe." Troy grunted, taking another peek down her shirt.
"Hey, who's that?" Steph interrupted, pointing down the road where someone was riding a comically small pink bike.
"Is that-?" Andi started, when Troy suddenly slowed down next to the figure.
"Brand?" Y/N leaned forward from the back seat, peaking around.
"Oh uh, hey Y/N." Brand stuttered, leaning his hand up on the car.
Brand and Y/N had known eachother a long time, grown up together in fact. Their fathers had worked together at the museum, quickly becoming close friends. One thing lead to another and next thing you know their families were never apart.
Whether it was barbeques, meeting to swim at the beach, or Y/N babysitting Mikey, they were always together, and over time both Brand and the girl had feelings for eachother. That being said, neither of them were going to do anything about it, terrified of ruining their lifelong friendship if the other person didn't feel the same.
Unbeknownst to them, their mothers had been convinced they were going to get married since they were both five, hopefully making the girl into Y/N Walsh.
But in the meantime, Y/N never expected to see Brand in sweats on some small child's bright pink bike, and Brand had never expected to see her sat in Troy's car, but here they were.
"Brand, can we give you a ride somewhere?" Y/N asked, Troy shooting her a scathing look while Steph and Andi wiggled their eyebrows at her.
"Uh, no." Brand panted. "Thanks anyway though."
Troy turned, looking at Y/N with a twisted grin, before starting the car again. "Yeah Walsh, let us give you a little ride."
Troy then grabbed onto Brand's hand on the car, before making the car move. "Hold on, here we go!"
"Hey!" Andi and Y/N shouted in unison, as Steph started smacking Troy's arm.
"Troy stop!" Y/N yelled, hitting Troy repeatedly as he continued to pick up speed. "Let him go!"
"Stop!" The other girls shouted, trying to help.
"Hey let go of my hand Troy!" Brand yelled, looking between Troy and the road as the bike started going faster than it was built to.
"Hold on!" The jock cackled, as Y/N continued to smack the back of his head.
"Let go!"
Suddenly there was an odd screeching noise, and turning around Y/N saw the training wheels that had previously been attached to the bike, laying in the middle of the road.
"Troy stop, you're gonna kill him!" She screamed.
"Let go of my hand!" Brand repeated, and this time Troy listened, releasing his hand to put them both on the steering wheel.
But it didn't matter, they had already been going to fast and despite Troy not holding him to the car anymore, Brand was going so fast that he kept up with them as they sped down the road. Until the curb on the side of a massive hill, the drop from the road being so steep and covered in rocks and trees injury was inevitable if you fell.
And Brand was speeding straight towards it with no brakes.
Steph and Y/N reached for him, but it was to late.
"Brand!" Y/N screeched as he was launched through the air.
"So long, sucker!" Troy shouted, continuing to speed down the road until he was smacked across the back of the head with a bag.
"PULL OVER."
"Holy shit, what's wrong with you?" He groaned, clutching the back of his head as he stopped the car.
"You're such an asshole!" Y/N yelled, jumping out of the car with her backpack. "If he's dead I'm calling the cops! Steph, Andi, I'll see you at school." She stormed off, running in the direction they had just come from.
"Yeah whatever." Troy spat, flooring it before either of Y/N's friends could do anything.
She ran back to the curve, finding the bike all mangled down the hill, and Brand having almost made his way back to the top, looking all dirty and torn up.
"Oh my gosh." She jogged down to where he was, cupping his face in her hands. "Are you hurt? Well, duh obviously, don't answer that."
He just stood there and blinked at her before she was pulling him by the wrist back to the top of the hill where she'd left her bag.
"Sit down, sit down." She pushed him to sit on the ground, recieving no resistance. Y/N knelt on the ground in front of him, digging through her bag for her makeshift first aid kit.
He watched her for a moment, feeling kind of ridiculous in his workout headband, but more focused on the pain in his face and the pretty girl in front of him.
Pulling things out of her bag she wiped at his face with a tissue before putting what he assumed was some antibiotic all over his wounds. She glanced down at her bag, then smiled at him sheepishly whilst raising her hand to show him a bright yellow bandaid with a smiley face on it.
"It's the only type I have."
"That's fine," he grins. "I'll take whatever you've got."
She returns his smile and puts a few bandaids on his face, neck and arms, leaning down to kiss the one on his forehead when she was done.
"There." She smiled. "All better."
Suddenly they were kids again, eight to be precise, riding their bikes in the middle of summer, when Y/N ended up face planting into the gravel. Brand, panicking, started digging through her backpack looking for bandaids (because even at eight her mother insisted she carry some).
Once he found some he placed them on her forehead, but was disheartened when he looked down and saw her eyes full of tears.
"My mama always kisses them better, but she's not here so what do I do?"
Brand looked around, before his eight year old brain decided that the most logical course of action was to kiss them better for her.
So leaning down, he left a big sloppy kiss in the middle of her forehead, before stepping back and smiling, proud of himself.
"There, all better."
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