How We Operate

Violet giggled softly, holding on to her best friend Matthew's arm. She was drunk, he was taking care of her. Their friends all laughed and giggled at stupid jokes and words as Matthew sat Violet down with him and tucked her into the crook of her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. She sighed contentedly and giggled.

"Matt, you're the best,"

"I know, Vi, you are too,"

"I really like being your friend."

"I know. We're best friends, Violet,"

"Matt?"

"Yes, Vi?"

Violet looked up at Matthew, her best friend, her brother, and tucked her chin to her chest and nestled into his side better, looked up at him through her lashes. "Don't ever let me do anything stupid, okay?"

"Never, Violet, never."

What they didn't know was that Matthew adherence to his promise would test their friendship the fateful day he caught the puck.