Sitting in the car with the Sturniolos was always an experience—whether it was constant roasting, Nick’s chaotic rants, or Matt’s occasional deep thoughts out of nowhere. But today? Today was different. Because today, Nick had discovered something… interesting.

“Guys, check this out,” Nick said, his voice laced with amusement as he scrolled through his phone. “It’s called Love in the Fast Lane.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Sounds dramatic.”

Nick smirked, glancing at you. “Yeah, and guess what? You’re in it.”

Your stomach dropped. “Wait—what?”

“With Chris.”

Oh. Oh.

Chris, who had been quietly sipping his drink in the passenger seat, perked up. “Huh?”

Nick was already diving into the story, his voice filled with exaggerated enthusiasm. At first, it wasn’t so bad—just some casual dialogue, a scene where you and Chris were laughing together, maybe a little tension. No big deal.

But then… it escalated.

Your heart pounded as the words left Nick’s mouth, the air in the car growing noticeably thicker. Why did this have to be so well-written?

Chris shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat. Matt, who had been half-listening, suddenly was listening, eyebrows raised in pure shock.

“Damn, these 13-year-olds can write,” you muttered, trying to play it cool while your face burned.

Nick continued reading, his voice barely holding back laughter as the story took a turn for the freaky. Your fictional self and Chris were definitely not just holding hands anymore.

Chris let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, yeah, I think we’ve read enough.”

Nick cackled. “Nah, man, I wanna see how this ends.”

“Dude, no!” Chris practically lunged for the phone, but Nick was quicker, dodging him like his life depended on it.

Matt snapped back “At least they got the tension right.”

Meanwhile, you sat there, torn between embarrassment and… something else. You could see the pink in Chris cheeks.