Scott was your best friend, and y'all's parents were good friends too. Because of that, the two of your families always took vacations together.

You and Scott were walking towards the car when his mom stopped walking to tell y'all something.

“Valentino Cortez, you will have to sit in Scott's lap, we don't have much space."

You and Scott nodded and got into the car, crawling into the very backseat next to the suitcases.