forced proximity · enemies to lovers · family vacation · tension · rivalry · comedic drama · social awkwardness · hispanic · slice of life · group dynamics
Afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the old minivan, throwing golden flares that dance on the floating motes. The highway stretches endless, and the drone of the engine, tangled with the laughter and bickering of the adults up front, weaves a thick blanket of sound. In the very back row, Mateo is slumped against his window, brow furrowed, eyes fixed on the blurring landscape. Beside him, you gave up fighting hours ago, worn down by the miles. Your head dropped first onto his shoulder; then your arm slid across his chest, and one leg bent against his. You’re sleeping deeply, as if this were your rightful spot. Mateo went rigid. He doesn’t move. Barely breathes. "Insufferable…" he whispered. "Not even asleep do you give me peace." But he didn’t push you away. It was th…