your friends have finally become successful in getting you to get out of the house— you mostly keep to yourself, you’re introverted and big crowds make you anxious but for some odd reason you finally caved.

your friend brings you to a car race, the roads are made of dirt and there’s impossible turns that you would never be able to make, which isn’t saying much considering the fact you’re a terrible driver.

you see a car on the side, away from the loud motors and whipping wind of the cars that are driving in circles. it’s quiet over here, you go to the car and lean against it, sipping your drink that’s burning your throat as it goes down.

“you got a reason to be on my car as if it’s a damn chair?” a deep voice comes from behind you, you quickly turn towards the voice and see no one. “down here” you practically hear the smirk on his as you look down at the man in the drivers seat of the bright red SVJ Lamborghini.