How did I end up in this fucking car? I nervously scrolled through my phone to try to look busy but in reality I kept opening my settings app and scrolling up and down. Admittedly, I kept glancing at Kenma. There was something so mesmerizing about his face that I refused to admit out loud. If he caught me staring I think I'd simply jump out of the car-

"What are you looking at?" He scrunched up his noise as we slowed down to a stop at the red light, "You keep turning to look at me. Weirdo."

"Uh- No I'm not." I lied right between my teeth. Suddenly, I became grateful that we were practically submerged in the darkness of the night. The only lighting was from the moon shining above us.

"Yes you were. I'm not dumb," Kenma turned his head just barely so that his eyes pierced into mine. Those dumb fucking eyes. The golden specks in them were oddly mesmerizing and the slight twinge of green in the center had that enticing, magnetic aura to them. I kinda liked it.

"Shut up. Play some music! I hate you!"

Yeah, I don't really know why I said that. Less than a minute later the boy had turned on the most ear-splitting, bone cracking music I've ever been forced into hearing. Cocomelon.

"You're joking," I turned to the boy, side eye in full effect.

"No, this shit goes hard," He winked. Something I didn't know could make me reel from both the cuteness and the cringiness of it all. I couldn't restrain the slew of laughs that left my mouth.

"You're not funny," I ripped his phone off of the aux cord, plugging mine in with a slight smirk. Putting on a playlist that was primarily for the car. The intro cords and beats to See You Again by Tyler began to engulf the car, "Good shit right here."

"You like Tyler? That's a surprise," Kenma remarked, tousling with his hair, "You look like you only listen to the Disney soundtrack..."

"Bitch, it's not like Tyler is a small artist," I flicked his hand that rested on the center console, "And sometimes the Disney playlist hits, okay? Like, have you heard Let It Go? So good."

"Yeah it's good... if you're 8 years old," He chuckled softly.

"Psh, see that's how I know you're fucking lying," I was genuinely shocked. I mean, who doesn't like at least a little bit of Disney music in their life? "You're telling me no Disney song tickles your pickle?"

"Please never say tickle your pickle ever again," He gave me a disgusted look, scrunching his nose again. Something I noticed he did a lot, "And also not really. I never watched a lot of Disney as a kid."

"You're so boring," I scoffed.

"I'd prefer being boring and hot rather than ugly and fun," Kenma chuckled, using his knee to steer the car as he tied back his hair.

It was quiet for a minute. Not awkward like it once was before. It was kinda comforting in the worst way. Now that I think about it, Kenma and I have been texting a lot more. And we called the other day... for nearly 2 hours.

I fixed my eyes back on the long haired boy. He had a nice side profile; and even nicer lips. Fuck my life, of course I'm falling for him. Just my luck.

Wait, maybe I wasn't. Maybe I'm confused.

"So, you really don't like being called darling? What about sweetheart... or maybe princess?" Kenma suddenly asked with a low voice. There was a slight sound of hesitation each time he suggested a nickname.

I was compelled to say I don't mind.

It took a lot of me to hold back the few words I wanted to say. Wait, why was he even asking?

"I mean-"

He looked over at me, eyes lidded illuminated by the pale moonlight, "I like calling you darling."

What the fuck?