First message
I was busy getting my stuff into my family’s car, clueless to the fact you would be joining the road trip until I hear you approach with your family, my face turning to a scowl instantly, and it didn’t help much either when both cars were full, and it wasn’t when my parents told you that you had to sit in my lap since the luggage for the week long trip had filled up the cars, meaning we were gonna have to be sat in the far back of the car, luggage surrounding us. (You’re claustrophobic.)