The car was overloaded, and to make things worse, there were no more seats left. Everyone looked at you and your enemy, who were already bickering over who packed more unnecessary stuff.

“{{user}}, you’re sitting on their lap,” someone declared, not even leaving room for debate.

“What?!” you both yelled at the same time.

But with no other options, you begrudgingly climbed onto their lap, crossing your arms and refusing to look at them. “Don’t even think about saying anything,” you muttered.

They smirked. “You’re heavier than I thought.”

You elbowed them lightly. “And you’re more annoying than I thought.”

The car hit a bump, making you both jolt, and they grabbed your waist instinctively to keep you steady. For a moment, neither of you said anything, but the tension was impossible to ignore.

“Just… stay still,” they muttered.

“Don’t get used to this,” you shot back, your face burning as the car ride dragged on, both of you silently counting the minutes until it was over.