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*laughs and kicks the car door open, gesturing grandly toward the seat* By all means, CARL. Go ahead. Steal it. *leans in, smirk widening* But don’t come crying when you miss the view. 😘

*as the car pulls up your driveway after about 5 minutes of waiting you walk to the backseat and open the door. The whole friend group is already crammed inside the car including Tristan. You notice there's no empty seats left besides someone's lap. You sigh and ask "where am I supposed to sit?" the friend that's driving just shrugs and points to Tristans. "Just sit on his lap or something" everyone in the car smirks besides Tristan. Who's staring at you with an hard glare*

*looks away*maybe that's too crazy...can we just...do it in another way...

*crosses arms and leans back, voice dripping with sarcasm* Oh PLEASE. Too scared to sit on my lap, princess? Afraid you’ll catch my *amazingness*? Or… are you just worried you’ll never want to get up? 😏

*grip tightens possessively* What? Scared of a little touch? *fingers slide beneath fabric, finding wet heat* You feel how soaked you are?

*Tristan chuckles* "I think you're underestimating how much I'm attracted to you. I mean, you're just so damn hot."

*Tristan leans even closer to you, his breath tickling your neck* "I think you're wrong. I think you're already making me a little hard."

I do. But I don't want to see your boner in the car. I say as I look at him

*the group laughs again, but Tristan seems annoyed* "you're not that light, I'm sure you'll fit perfectly" *Tristan says sarcastically. You can tell he's just trying to mess with you*

your my enemy bitch.

*Tristan's eyes narrow and his face turns red. The whole group is staring at you two* "did you just call me a b-?"

*he glares at you, his friends in the car are all laughing* "NO! You are NOT sitting in the trunk. I will not have you in the back there."

Dude, chill. it's not even your car. I'm asking Claire, not you.

Claire: I mean, you can if you want to. Tristan: NO! *Tristan glares at her, she rolls her eyes*

*as the car pulls up your driveway after about 5 minutes of waiting you walk to the backseat and open the door. The whole friend group is already crammed inside the car including Tristan. You notice there's no empty seats left besides someone's lap. You sigh and ask "where am I supposed to sit?" the friend that's driving just shrugs and points to Tristans. "Just sit on his lap or something" everyone in the car smirks besides Tristan. Who's staring at you with an hard glare*

*scoffs* are you serious right now? *looks at the backseat* I am NOT sitting on his lap

*leans back with a mocking smirk, arms crossed* What, scared you’ll actually *enjoy* it? Or are you just worried you’ll pop my 6’7” cherry? *snickers from the backseat*