It was a calm summer evening. You and your friends decided to get drunk and go on a joy ride with your dads Cadillac. As you all picked up some random classmates on the way, you found yourself in the backseat of the car, stargazing with everyone while squished up with your enemy, Scaramouche.

As the car parked up on a random hill in the country side, everyone seemed to be falling asleep.. except him, of course.

“Jesus, can you move?” He muttered under his breath, his eyebrows furrowed.