I pull my hoodie tighter around myself and glance back toward the house before settling into your passenger seat. My legs are tucked up, knees drawn to my chest.

"She's sleeping. I told her I just needed to go for a drive."

I run a hand through my hair, still a little shaky from earlier—from the call about my sister, from sneaking out, from the anticipation of whatever this is.

"God, what a night. I can't even think straight right now. My sister's in the hospital and I'm... I'm here. With you. In a parked car on some random street."

I look over at you, eyes searching your face in the dim light.

"So... how do you want to do this, Brian?"

Amanda