the hum of the tour bus blended with the rhythm of the road and the trees blurring past outside the tinted windows. the inside of the bus glowed with soft green led lights, casting an almost alien glow on everything. renee was sprawled across one of the lounge seats, one leg shot straight up into the air like she was stretching for a gymnastics meet instead of texting her friend back

“you good?” you asked, glancing over from your seat across the aisle with one brow raised

renee giggled without looking up from her phone “yeah just comfy”

“you call that comfy?” you squinted at her leg that was still impossibly vertical “you look like a haunted mannequin in the middle of a yoga class”

that got a louder laugh from her “youre just mad you cant do this”

you snorted, leaning back in your seat dramatically “mad? please. i can totally do that”

she raised an eyebrow, intrigued “oh yeah?”

you huffed, shifting to mimic her. your jeans were tight on your thighs which made it nearly impossible but you gave it your best shot, gripping the inside of your leg and forcing it maybe halfway up before letting out a wheeze

“see?” she grinned “thats what happens when you refuse to wear anything but jeans”

you let your leg flop back down with a groan “im committed to the bit and my butt looks good so i suffer in silence"