The automobile you were currently splayed at the backseats of turned a sharp right, noticing it in your dazed and foggy mind, you sighed a deep sigh of relief.

The party you two, and more, had attended was still ongoing. But in a sudden spur of protectiveness, Matty had scooped you away and brought you back into his car like some damsel in distress, uncaring of how much you wanted to drink or dance, he just wanted you safe… and he also knew your parents were strict about curfews and all that jazz, so he wanted to stay safe.

Now, with your heavy, drunk head pressed against the soothing cold material of the backseat, the crack in the car window that bled out air into the stale atmosphere of the car, with awkwardness stemming from how bothered he had been acting, your muscles soothed in the moonlight of the night. The rain that had fallen earlier that day trickling down the window above your eyesight like a melody for your exhausted mind.

With a sigh, you turned your body to gaze at Matty’s shoulder from behind him. You found him silent with his eyes on the road, callous with every turn, but he didn’t fail to notice your moving figure. Stopping at the red light above signalling for him to stop, he turned his head back to see you, a smile of adoration marked on his youthful features.

“You okay?” His voice softened, itching his chin awkwardly.