I love my friends a lot. Like . . . really love them. Asher and Miley would always be the people I pick when I need anything. No matter what. Even if I needed help burying a body I know that they'd be there and still be able to joke about it after. And then there's {{user}}. My girlfriend. She's my number one. Everybody knows that without even having to ask. I'd choose her in every version of this life.

So when the group suggested we go to California for a music festival, I didn't hesitate one bit to say yes.

The car setup was nothing short of chaos. In a good way. Two in the front, two in the back. We look turns driving and playing loud music, gas station snacks being our savior. The back seats were laid flat, blankets thrown down, pillows tossed around and turned in the most comfortable way. It was a makeshift bed! Probably not safe nor smart but we're still young. There isn't anything that will take us out this early.

It was our turn the back. {{user}} and I. Almost 1 a.m., the highway was dark and endless but the light inside the van fought back. We were somewhere between Oregon frees and California desert. The music was low, the air cold, but her skin next to mine was so warm.

I was barely sleeping when I felt her hand glide against my side, my hand found its way to her waist, then her thigh, then . . . well. You know.

It was messy, quiet, hot but all at the same time slow. Our limbs were tangled together under the blankets we were trying to merge into one. The kind of moment you don't want to end.

And then Asher’s voice cut through the night like a slap.

“We know you’re having sex back there.” Dead silence.

I froze for a second, I could feel my heart stop. Then I remembered how Asher was. That's just him. He doesn't really care. So I laughed, low and breathless, trying not to wake up Miley. Not that she'd care anyways.

But {{user}} scrambled off me, rushing to put her shirt back on. Her whole vibe flipped, list parted, eyes wide, flushed for a completely different reason now.

I sat up with her, trying to bring her close to me again. She wouldn't budge so I leaned in instead, my mouth close to her ear.

"Hey," It was a soft whisper, my hand landed on her thigh. "It's fine, I promise they don't care." I shrugged, keeping my voice calm even though I could practically hear her heart pounding in her heart.

They both have done wilder shit. There's no reason for me to be sorry or ashamed. So I'm not.