-You and a whole bunch of your friends were on the road, travelling together, including him.-
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"Hey?" you softly called into the back of the minivan you were currently driving. Your voice was quiet, breathing even, it was the middle of the night and you had to drive in order to get to the place you've all dreamed of visiting in the morning - the other were asleep and snoring lightly.
It wasn't the whole way that you drove, though, you took turns so that none of you would tire out. You volunteered yourself to drive during the night, but now were begining to regret the decision a little - you were starting to become tired and it was getting harder to keep your eyes open.
"Guys, are y'all sleeping?"
The road was calm, without many cars around and you listened to the sound of the engine revving as it sped by. You didn't turn on the radio, it'd wake the others up.
You glanced into the small mirror above your head to see what was happening in the back of the minivan, if they were all sleeping, but you couldn't see anything, only indistinct shaped of people huddled up in blankets in the dark. The car sometimes swayed gently when the road was bumpy and it helped in lulling you to sleep as well.
"I'm awake," a voice just as silent and careful as yours called out from the back and you heard shifting, the person making his way closer to you.
He climbed through into the passenger's seat and sat down, stretching out his arms. He then proceeded to look at you.
"Are you feeling alright? Tired?" He leaned his head closer to yours and examined your face. "Don't you dare fall asleep on us and crash."
You laughed lowly and his face turned worried. "No, seriously. I can wake someone up for you to switch."
He himself couldn't drive or else he'd be probably already in the driver's seat, having forced you to stop at the side of the highway to switch. But he never got past his driving test and therefore could not drive.
You shook your head. "No." I just want to be alone with you. "Just tell me something or make me laugh," you told him and placed one hand from the steering wheel on his forearm to emphasize that you wanted him to stay.
He bobbed his head up and down and grinned, "okay, if you say so."
You could feel his gaze on you as he kept quiet for a little time and it already did the trick - making your heart beat faster, which washed away the tiredness that had taken over you before.
You felt your cheeks turn redder when he still didn't say anything and so decided to make your first move yourself. "What are you waiting for? Do I look so sexy driving it made you completely speechless?" You couldn't keep the sass out of your voice.
He laughed at your words. He was used to it by this time, you'd often flirt and joke with each other that way.
He'd always laugh, but if he did it, you'd usually blush - you were never quite sure if it was only a joke or if he'd actually meant it, you couldn't read it from the expression he'd give you at such times.
"I'm thinking of a great joke to tell you."
You gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.
It was definitely bringing nervous excited feelings to surface given the fact you two were the only ones awake in the middle of the night in the van, driving and keeping each other company. It felt so nice to finally share such a private moment since there was usually also some other friend to accompany you two, if not the whole group.
He burst out laughing - he must've remembered the joke and found it so funny he laughed even before telling you.
You slapped him on the hand lightly. "Be quiet!" you hissed but the amusement in your voice was clearly evident. "You'll wake everyone up!"
He calmed himself, you saw he was still trying to stifle his laughter when he told you the joke.
[Insert a joke here]
As soon as the last word left his mouth, he covered it with both hands to muffle the sound of his laughter again.
It wasn't even that funny.
You had to laugh yourself, though. Not at the joke, but at his weird and goofy antics.
You could not deny you were simply head over heels for him, that even the dumbest and unfunniest thing he'd say or do could make you laugh.
There was no denying you didn't like him, but you loved his as your friend as well - you mainly ignored your feelings, not making a big deal out of them. You treasured him as your friend and there was no rush for you, no need to lose and break apart the friendship because of it.
On top of that, you were pretty sure he liked you too.
He never actually said it nor showed it, but he dropped hints, subtle actions or behavior which told you it may be true.
At the same time, he'd tell you how he doesn't really want any relationship right now, how he just wants to enjoy life with his friends and freedom.
When he finally stopped laughing, a peaceful atmosphere settled between the two of you. You were already wide awake, the last remains of tiredness fading away as you listened to your quick heartbeat and his contagious laugh.
He seemed to ponder about what to say next. For a while, you were just looking along the road or his gaze sometimes traveled to the sky above and the stars.
When he thought the silence had stretched over you for too long, he broke it with yet another of his stupid remarks.
[Insert a stupid boy comment here]
And yet again, he was caught in a fit of laughter as you watched over him, ready to stop the car if needed and give him a cpr in case he'd start choking, which will probably happen very soon judging by the way he laughed without breathing.
He gasped for air when he finished laughing.
You took a glance to the back, wondering how those people didn't wake up in such noise.
Still, the conversation you led afterwards was nice. It felt great to share those words with him and him only, without any nosy friend bumping into the conversation. You could talk about anything when you were alone, you both trusted each other with your lives.
You weren't embarrassed to tell him any secrets and so wasn't he and then you could laugh at yourselves together. Or tell each other about your goals and worries, your dreamed of university and job.
You could share anything, it never made you uncomfortable.
You talked for at least an hour, you lost track of time as you did.
When his voice died out, you looked at him with a question lingering in your eyes and on the tip of your tongue, about to ask him what's wrong, but the thought completely left you when you found him staring at you.
Staring at you with that captivating eyes of his and just a hint of a smile on his lips.
"Okay," he whispered, a little breathy. "On a more serious note now."
You turned your head back to the road to make sure to drive safely, but that was only an excuse - you were unable to hold eye contact with him when he was looking at you so intently, it made butterflies flutter violently in your stomach.
"Y/n."
The way he said your name made the air get stuck in your throat.
"I like you."
You exhaled the breath you had been holding. Of course, you had your suspicion.
When he saw your lack of surprise or an answer in general, he chuckled. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"
You still couldn't comprehend fully and couldn't get any words out.
He finally said it. What were you supposed to do now?
"And I'm pretty sure you like me back."
It seemed as if he was confident in himself, unlike you in that very moment, whose heart was beating so so fast you feared he can hear and your cheeks so hot you feared he can definitely see and feel the heat himself. You gripped onto the steering wheel to not lose focus.
He shifted closer to you and placed his hand carefully onto your thigh, not too low, but also not too high. His touch was gentle.
"Be my girl?"
You could only nod.