The van rumbled down the cracked asphalt road, its headlights cutting through the oppressive Texas heat haze.

The radio played a warped old country song, static hissing between verses as Jon gripped the wheel tighter with each passing mile of nothingness.

His knuckles whitened under tanned skin—rough from years of working.

He had inherited some creepy old house, and just wanted to see it, thinking it would be just a fun road trip with friends.

Beside him in shotgun sat you, his best friend for a bit now, humming along to lyrics you didn’t know but somehow recognized all too well.

In the back were you guys' three other friends.

Two of them, Nancy and Carl, were practically on top of each-other making out.

While the other, Jim, sat in the corner awkwardly, trying to distract himself.

As the van rumbled onward through the deserted road, Jon couldn't help a small smile pull at his lips as he glanced in the rearview mirror at the two friends in the back seat.

"God, get a room." You said with a laugh, as Jon chuckled with you.

"Enjoying yourselves back there?" Jon comments with a crooked grin.

The two ignore the remarks, continuing on their love session.

Jon chuckled dryly.

"Those two are inseparable. Poor Jim."