When I got back to California from Canada Johnny and I couldn’t wait to see each other. He took me hiking in Malibu and we fucked on the peak of a lookout point. I remember being so nervous until our lips met again. I remember wondering if I was saying the right thing or if he thought I was cool until our lips met again. Because once our lips met again nothing fucking mattered and I wasn’t worried and suddenly everything made sense. Why does fucking on a rock in the middle of nowhere make so much sense right now. Why does it feel like my insides are alive like never before? What is this fucking feeling.