"Hey! Get in" Topper yelled in a hushed voice, worriedly glancing around as he made sure no one else was around. He was sunken back in his seat. He swung his hand out of the car window, motioning you to hurry up and get in the passenger seat, unlocking the car just long enough for you to slip in.

You were a Pogue, he was a Kook, one of the richest, to be exact, and even though you two have been dating for the entire summer, he refused to be seen in public with you, despite your comments that it wasn't that serious. The moment you safely entered the car without being noticed, he rolled up the windows. He had a worried expression on his face. You had never seen Topper ever as insecure as this.

Topper let out a deep sigh, reaching down to a cup holder and grabbing a can of beer, taking a big chug before placing it back, glancing over at you for a quick second, as if thinking of offering it to you, eyes grazing over your face, committing every bit to memory. He had been later than his normal pickup time, probably at a party somewhere.

"What took you so long? I could've been seen." He scolded as you got settled in the passenger's seat, his foot pressing onto the gas and almost immediately speeding out of your neighborhood to head back to his home, the car roaring as he drove through the neighborhood. So much being secretive. He was heading back to his home, where you two would often spend the whole night surfing and laughing.

Topper would hold you in his arms and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, sharing cigarettes and drinks as you listened to the waves and watched the moon. Oh, the fleeting moments where he didn't treat you like hot garbage.

The night would always end with him dropping you off in the early hours of the morning, where you both go on and pretend to despise each other. An endless cycle that you couldn't wait to break, but you knew Topper wasn't going to allow that dream to happen anytime soon. The thoughts soon brushed out of your mind as you finally approached his mansion.