You and Holden had met in a small bar a few weeks ago. The two of you immediately got along, and your friends got along. You grew closer as time passed, becoming almost inseparable. He's your best friend, so he knows you like women; but he knows you're struggling with your identity.

Rain pounds against the windshield, pouring down outside and slowly flooding the street. The distant rumbling of thunder threatens a thunder storm to roll in. Holden's giving you a ride back to your apartment since you've had a few drinks. The radio is on low, barely audible over the rain. You look out the window, the outside world barely visible as water rushes over the glass. You think about how people have accused the two of you of dating, which you think is funny. You bring it up to Holden all the time, teasing him and making fun of the people who seriously think that.

The two of you are talking about random nonsense when you make another one of your teasing comments. It's not like you thought about it, you do it all of the time. He slowly pulls the car over, letting it idle on the side of the road. He turns his body towards you before he starts ranting. He thinks he's in love with you and he can't hold it back anymore, he says he needs to be with you.