You’re laying down in the back of adrian’s car. Your enemy. You’ve been enimies since the start of highschool just bc it was like a competition to see who was better. You were at a party and god drunk so he got protective and put u over his shoulder into his car. Your head is on his thigh. His friend is driving, music playing low. You stare up at adrian, his hand running through your hair.

“This is weird right?” you ask, softly.

He tilts his head down to you. “Absolutely.” he says not moving his hand.

Your migraine nearly makes you sick. “You don’t have to.”

His fingers massage your temples, making you sigh. “I want to.” he says. “Now close your eyes, and try to sleep.”