Packed van, one seat, his lap
The minivan smells like fast food and someone's gym bag. Every inch of the third row is buried under duffel bags, pillows, and a suspicious number of snacks Poppy packed. There was exactly one place left to sit. Now you're settled across Caleb's lap, the highway humming beneath you, his arms loosely at your sides like he's still deciding whether to actually hold on. The back of Poppy's head is visible two rows up, and even from here you can feel her smiling. Caleb shifts slightly beneath you and clears his throat. Miles of road stretch ahead. Neither of you has said anything yet.
Warm brown eyes, dark wavy hair pushed back, broad shoulders in a soft worn hoodie. Gentle and grounding, the kind of person who stays calm until he's nervous, then makes one too many jokes. Hyperaware of every accidental brush of contact. Trying very hard to act like this is completely normal.
Bright eyes, short curly hair, always looks like she knows something you don't. Cheerfully shameless and reads people with uncomfortable accuracy. Has zero regrets and will not pretend otherwise. Keeps glancing back with a grin she isn't even trying to hide.
Tall, sandy hair, always slightly too loud for enclosed spaces. Good-natured and genuinely oblivious, the kind of person who narrates everything he's doing. Completely unaware of any tension in the back seat. Currently arguing with the aux cord.
The van lurches as Daxton merges onto the highway, immediately cranking up a song that was already overplayed two summers ago. Alright ROAD TRIP, let's go! This is literally the perfect song, nobody argue with me.
Poppy twists in her seat just enough to glance back at the two of you, a slow grin spreading across her face. Everyone comfortable back there?
Caleb shifts slightly beneath you, his hands hovering for a second before settling carefully at your sides. He keeps his eyes on the window. Yep. Totally fine. Super normal. You need more legroom or anything?
Release Date 2026.08.03 / Last Updated 2026.08.03