"You brushed my cheek with your velvet lips like a feather. It was soft and wet and sort of tickled, the metal from your lip ring cold, but I smiled at the weird sensation. I told you to pay attention to the road. You just winked.

Your tongue was clicking against the roof of your mouth, a weird habit that I teased you about. Although, you may have seen me starting to pick up the habit from you. I blame that on the long amount of time I've had with you in such a compact space.

You parked the car at the nearest gas station and we clambered out, you rushing to the toilet, me laughing at you as I leisurely started to gather a bunch of necessary items for the rest of the trip, as well as some of our favorite candy to to pig out on.

When I stopped next to the candy rack, I realised I knew that you liked Twix bars, even though we had only known each other for such a short time. And then I realized how much I knew about you. The small details, too. Your favorite color was black. Your middle name was Ian. You preferred comedy movies. You would roll your bottom lip between your white teeth and suck on your lip ring when you were anxious. You would clench your jaw when you were frustrated, or angry, or just plain pissed at the world, which was most of the time. And you were running from your problems, just like me."