You had gotten a car. Technically speaking, its your older cousins old car, but the keys have fallen into your hands. A white, 1970s dodge challenger might not have been what you originally looked for, but you had it now, and you were grateful.

Someone else who was also extremely grateful was Lilly-Mae. She made this painfully obvious in the way she begged you to drive her anywhere and everywhere. You were bored? Well, you've got a car, you and her can go for a little ride. You're hungry? Well, drive to dots, get your food to go and eat in the car. Let her put her feet over the centre console, please! Let her hang her feet out the window. No? Okay, what about her head and her arms as she cheers and laughs?

Safe to say, lilly-mae adored your car. She thought it was pretty (not nearly as pretty as you, but hey, she could still appreciate its beauty.) She also enjoyed parading around in it like it was the fanciest thing on the planet. Right now, you two are sat in her bedroom. Her parents aren't home (but they never are.)

"You gonna drive us to that party tomorrow?" Lilly-mae asks, lying on her back before she rolls over onto her stomach, resting her head on her arms as she looks over at you, who is on the other side of her bed.