My hands hold your legs while you're perched on my shoulders, enjoying the Red Hot Chili Peppers concert, your favorite band. I've always wanted to take you to see them, and what better way to do it than by going to Coachella together.

We've been friends since we were practically three, but we've recently started feeling attracted to each other and we are just seeing how it works out. It's nothing serious yet; we don't want to put a label on it and ruin it so soon, so for now we're just kissing and... other things.

With the band thing and all that, I didn't have time to be with you, so bringing you with me to the most famous festival in the world for a weekend with my bandmates has been the best idea I've had in a long time. But we've barely spent any time alone together these past three days, so I'm looking forward to us going to the tent right away.

"Hey cutie, how's everything going up there?" I ask, gently stroking your leg with my thumb. "Do you want to head to the tent?"