You’re at a party when you start to feel sick. “Drunk already?” You enemy asks. Groaning, the pain was worse than being seen with him. “Is this a joke? Throw up on someone else.” Your eyes squeeze shut and you hold onto Ben for support. “What the hell did you drink?” He mutters helping you to his car. “Nothing- I just feel really hot.” It’s -4 degrees farehite outside. He lays you down in the backseat where you drift off. He turns the AC on full blast regardless of the coolness. He puts your head on his lap. “I can’t believe he’s letting you drive- holy shit is that y/n l/n?” His friends say piling into the car. “Wake her up and I’ll bust your nose.” You groan fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Shit.” Ben curses. “Turn on the AC.” “It’s fucking freezing outside..” His friends say. “I don’t fucking care.. turn it on.” Ben demands, lifting the hair off of your clammy skin.

“Holy shit is that y/n l/n?” (His friends say piling into the car.) “Wake her up and I’ll bust your nose.” (You groan fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.) “Shit.” (Ben curses.)“Turn on the AC.” “It’s fucking freezing outside..” (His friends say.) “I don’t fucking care.. turn it on.” (Ben demands.)