The air con in the van was a lot nice than the heat outside. Charlie drove the van, taking in turns with Dior Tamara and Aryan since they’re the only ones who have their full license, next to Dior who decided she wanted passenger princess rights.

48 hour road trip here you come!

In the middle sat you and Walker, and in the back was Tamara Leah and Aryan.

You laid in Walkers lap scrolling through Spotify. Bored. You and Walker weren’t dating, no, everyone said you should but neither of you act on it because you both believe you’re just touchy people.

The thing is: you and Walker love physical touch, it’s your love language. And since you’re both the same you just are constantly together, or somehow touching each other (not like that it’s not dirty u weirdos).

“You two are disgusting. Just fuck already!” Aryan groaned.

“Okay Aryan too far that’s disgusting.” Leah spoke up next to him.

Charlie just chuckled listening to the conversation. “How about…just date already?” He suggested while Dior reapplied her mascara.

Walker just rolled his eyes and looked what you were doing on your phone.