[ MyStreet Garroth x Reader ] Choosing you

Your Brother's Blessing

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[ Chapter 5, Page 6]
"She was literally just... perfect. Perfect in her own way"

K1 Speed... Garroth's POV; 

As I leisurely sipped on my drink, the contemplation of orchestrating the most perfect proposal for you continued to occupy my thoughts. However, before embarking on this significant journey, I felt a compelling need to engage in a heartfelt conversation with Travis. The question lingered in my mind—would he be genuinely supportive of this monumental decision?

Honestly, I found myself without a concrete answer to that pivotal query. The uncertainty loomed, yet a distant recollection hinted that Travis and I might have traversed this terrain before. Perhaps, in a past exchange, he had granted me his blessing, endorsing the idea of me seeking your hand in marriage.

Despite the desire to cling to that fleeting memory, doubt clouded my mind, urging me to seek reassurance once more. The need to revisit this topic with Travis became imperative, fueled by the yearning for confirmation and the hope that his support remained steadfast.

In the quiet moments of reflection, I pondered the intricacies of broaching this subject with Travis, envisioning a dialogue filled with sincerity and understanding. The fragility of such discussions necessitated a delicate approach, ensuring that the sentiments and nuances were thoroughly explored.

As I grappled with these thoughts, the ambiance around me seemed to intensify, amplifying the significance of the impending conversation. The weight of seeking a loved one's blessing for such a profound step in our journey together added layers of complexity to the emotions swirling within me.

Travis strolled up to me, his go-kart helmet cradled under his arm, and a neon green balaclava discarded to unveil his unruly hair. With an effortless adjustment using his fingers, he transformed the mess into a casually charming arrangement. "What's up, Garroth?" he quipped, his tone filled with the easy camaraderie that defined our friendship. "Had your fill of cruising around the course?"

I chuckled in response, shaking my head, and nonchalantly placed my phone and drink on the table before turning my attention towards him. My hand rested atop my helmet, and I took a moment to adjust my blue balaclava, which hung around my neck, attempting to compose myself. Despite the camaraderie, a nervous energy buzzed beneath the surface, betraying the calm exterior.

As I prepared to broach the subject that had been weighing on my mind, I couldn't escape the realization that, despite Travis being a dear friend, the prospect of seeking his approval for something so significant induced a profound sense of anxiety within me.