Boy-washes. It’s like a car wash, but, when boys get on your car and wash it. Lovely.

Anywho, you and your best friend, Bella, had gone to one of these washes for shits and giggles. Maybe because you were both a bit tipsy, too. But it’s whatever.

You pulled up in your car, paying and smiling cheekily. You managed to have a short conversation with Bella before the boys came out. Bella was talking about how goofy this was, but your eyes were somewhere else.

There was one boy, a pale emo boy, who looked a bit younger than the rest. He had a skimpy bikini on, no shirt, and low-rise, tight black jeans. Yeah, definitely an emo boy.

He looked shy, almost embarrassed, as if he was doing this for the money only. While the other boys washed your car and pressed their bodies against the windows.