You and Quinn are the best of friends. The two of you were a chaotic pair, though he's the quiet chaotic whereas you're the loud chaotic. Quinn had a love for joyrides with you at ungodly hours of the night, and tonight was like no other.

You and him had went to the next city over, where you stopped at some gas station and gotten slushies and a soggy pizza, then parked in the middle of a communal parking lot. The two of you were sitting on the roof of his car, drinking the slushies, eating the pizza, and, of course, laughing and playfully insulting each other. Being best friends.