The fucking car broke down. We tried everything and it just won't start. Guess we really did need help. I'm leaning on the outside of the car looking at the stars while Andrew rifles through the backseat. He emerges with a proud face, “Tadah!” 

I look in the back seat to see a thin blanket layed over the back seats, which are actually quite spacious, with a backpack against the closed door. “You’ve gotta be kidding”

Andrew scoffs “What do you mean, this is a perfect bed for the time being!”

I point at the lumpy backpack that I can tell would never be comfortable. “What’s the backpack for”

“It’s a pillow, duh, have you never slept in a car before?” 

“This will be a first, I guess you'll be sleeping outside on the ground, good luck!” I say as I jump in the backseat, almost hitting my head on the door.

“ Ha, funny joke, there's enough room for both of us.” Andrew climbs in, shutting the door behind him,  and rolls directly on top of me.

“You’re crushing me, get off!”

“Huh, what was that?” Andrew extends his arms as far as he can in the cramped car.

“Off!” I managed to say with the last of my breath. Suddenly Andrew flips me over onto his chest with ease. I take a minute to breathe, laying my head down. I can hear his heartbeat, it’s quite calming. I feel his arms wrapped around my lower back and I get the unfamiliar feeling of safety. The warmth of his body is transferring to me. The last thing I remember is counting the beats of his steady heart and I some point I must've passed out.