Backseat

“I’m not too heavy, am I?” Lee asked, as he sat on Ben’s lap in the back of their friends’ overfilled car, on the way to some bar.

“No, feeling the weight of someone I like is a good feeling anyways,” Ben said as he leaned back into the seat, hoping Lee wouldn’t also lean back and feel his excitement.

“We’re just two fruits in a box of vegetables,” Lee said, and smiled, placing his hand in Ben’s. A bright white light struck Ben’s eyes from the right. He had enough time to put his arm around Lee before the crash.