Back seat.

She couldn't see past the drops of rain on the driver's side window

then again, she wasn't looking, all she could think to do was sing along

to the catchy over played pop song on the radio.

 "He would think I was an idiot" she thought as she traced her intials,

followed by his initials, with only a heart to seperate them, onto the fogged glass of her friend's car.

 

It was simply a kiss, right?  Or was it the way it played into every cliche that caused such chaos in the life of our heroine?  Either way, this was Tuesday and the clouds were gun metal grey.