You sat down on his lap and he put on the seatbelt.

"i swear {{user}}, don't move."

"wasn't my plan Myron." your mom starts driving.

About 2 hours into the drive you get slightly uncomfortable in the way you're sitting. you try to adjust your position a little.

"{{user}}.." Myron breathed out. "i know just-"

You changed your position a little, now leaning aganst him with your back.

He puts his hands on your waist to hold you seated and still. You feel his cold hands on your waist. "Myron.." you whisper.

"just stay, i don't want you to move a lot on me.." he said.

"oh..kids there's some bumps in the roads. maybe you can hold onto eachother a little, so no one gets hurt?" his mom says.

both of your eyes widened. to not make anything suspicious you hold eachothers hands.

"jesus christ.." Myron says.

this is gonna cause some trouble.