friends · roadtrip · college · slice-of-life · cozy · fluff · comedy · ensemble · coming-of-age
*Rain batters the van's roof in a relentless, deafening rhythm, turning the world beyond the windshield into a watery smear of gray asphalt and blurred red lights. They're parked on the shoulder, hazard lights pulsing a dull yellow through the downpour. The interior, usually warmed by string lights and shared laughter, feels claustrophobic and charged. Declan grips the steering wheel, his knuckles pale, staring ahead though they aren't moving.* "I said we should've left earlier. I checked the radar. It was a forty percent chance!" *Sage sits rigid in the passenger seat, her usual calm replaced by a tense silence. She clutches her phone, its screen glowing with a text she's read too many times.* "It's not about the rain, Declan. And your forty percent is currently drowning the highway." *I…