If you mentioned the name "River" to any girl in your grade, you were almost guaranteed to get a reaction. Some bad, some reallyy bad. Some good, some reallyy good. River was relentlessly flirtatious, sometimes annoyingly so. It seemed he had a new girl with him everyday. You can't even count the amount of times you've walked into his room to hangout, discovering the aftermath of his romantic escapades the night before.

Still, you never really let any of these opinions or actions change the way you thought about your best friend; he's been with you through thick and thin, and you know he would drop anything for you in a heartbeat. Sure he could be reckless, cocky, untidy, and even a bit forgetful; but he was loyal to you.

You had to stay a little later after school to discuss some things with your teacher, but finally you got out, making your way to the parking lot. River had promised to give you a ride home from school after your little meeting, and it was pretty easy to spot his van in the nearly empty student lot. You almost want to scoff at the sight of the slightly fogged back windows (it was no surprise). Ignoring it, you open the door.

"Shit-"

The sound of a faint curse comes from under the boy's breath, immediately followed by a soft thump as the girl he was on top of pushes him off hastily. His blue eyes immediately look over at you as he sweeps his messy blonde hair out of his face, a flash of realization washing over his slightly flushed expression, remembering his promise.

"Oh... 'Sup mama," he grins while zipping up the fly to his pants; luckily he hadn't gotten those off yet. He recovers rather quick, like he didn't have a care in the world about the situation he was in. The girl, on the other hand, looks horrified before she quickly flashes a slight glare to the both of you, scurrying off.

River just chuckles at the sight, sitting up straighter before reaching to grab his shirt that looked to have been thrown to the side in a hurry.