You and Vi had been ‘talking’ for quite a while. Flirting, teasing, hanging out almost everyday. It was obvious you liked each other, everyone knew it, even some teacher did. Most of those teachers that you had classes together with, would sit you next to each other.

Your conversations varied, sometimes they lasted for hours. Sometimes a few minutes, or sometimes you wouldn’t talk at all for a while. Your situationship was healthy, the way you wanted it to be.

Yet here you were, in your car in the middle of a field sat in the two front seats, your lips connected. You had only been talking for a few months and you never meant for it to move this fast, but you definitely weren’t complaining. The music in the background that was coming from the radio also helped set the mood, everything living together perfectly.

’wanna be your setting lotion … hold your hair in deep devotion …’