I buckle up my seat belt as Johnny starts the car. My head is a bit filled with alcohol as we went to a party but he didn't take more than two shots, clearly knowing the fact that he has to drive back home.
I wanted to start a conversation but don't know why I couldn't find the words. His eyesight was glued to the road and I can understand he won't let a word slip out of his lips until I start talking.
"I enjoyed a lot. You?" I rest my head on the door beside as he hummed, replying me on the affirmative, and making my eyebrows go furrowed.
Johnny's acting a bit strange today, well maybe I do know the reason.
After that day at his home, when I lost my purity to him, I feel like a fool to catch feelings for the boy whom I know since kindergarten. Still, what's the harm? I maybe or mayb
