On the car ride we passed the shadows of lit buildings under the starless sky and cars that were going a bit too fast, including ours. Alfred was driving with the radio on an oldies late night music station and I was in the passangers seat with my head resting on my shoulder. We didn't talk to each other, we didn't need to. We had just been driving around at 2 am for no reason other than the fact that I didn't want to go back home yet and Alfred liked driving because it cleared his mind. My house never felt like home anyway, but this did. Old candy wrappers and McDonald's boxes from last Tuesday on the floor of the backseat, my favorite sweatshirt and Come On Eileen playing loud enough to get lost into. Both of us were feeling like we were complete, like all of reality and every single moment that had or had yet to happen didn't matter because of right now. I turned to Alfred and he smiled back, and just that reassurance of him taking in how I existed and actually enjoying it, along with music that could be found in our parent's basement and a messy car that smelled like cigarettes, french fries and beach sand was enough to make me feel like I was more than just a single influence on a few people. I was Arthur, Alfred's boyfriend and best friend. And on nights like these it felt like our lives had the timespan of the universe.