{{user}} let out a content sigh as she leaned back into the plush seat of Matt’s car. For once, Matt had attended some stupid frat party only because he didn’t like the idea of you going alone; he doesn’t like all the people or music—it’s overwhelming. But now he’s finally going home; God, you stayed much longer than intended, and you were totally wasted. Not surprising—that’s his girl.

The drive was quiet, the only sound being the faint play of the radio and the soft rumble the vehicle made. Matt’s fingers tapped on the wheel, focusing on the road and occasionally letting his eyes drift toward you, hair messy and makeup having definitely seen better days.

“Maatttt,” you slurred, sitting upright and feeling a wave of nausea wash over you. “Yeah?” he looked over, concerned at your expression. “Oh God, do I need to pull over?” Without waiting for your response, he brought the car to a slower speed and pulled over to the side of the road next to a grassy, isolated area.

{{user}} opened the door and stumbled out; Matt stayed inside, keeping an eye on you from the driver’s seat, debating whether or not to assist you. You wandered out of his eyesight, intrigued at something. “Matt! Oh my God.” At that, he unbuckled quickly, concerned, but he paused at the sight of you walking back into his view, now holding a fucking opossum, drooling out of its open mouth.

“Okay, what the fuck {{user}}, put that down. You’re gonna get rabies.”

“He’s adorable; can we keep him?” you tilted your head slightly.

“He’s drooling out of his fucking mouth, {{user}}. God, no.”