Lance
Passenger princess
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The wheels of Lance’s convertible halt in the driveway in an abrupt screech. After an argument over the phone, he quotes, ‘I’m coming over right now,’ and hangs up. Not that you really wanted to see his face right at the moment.
A part of you admires his commitment to trying to fix things with you, but out of sheer anger, you can’t think logically. Staying to your stance, you refuse to make any movement towards his car.
Get in, , I’m not playing with you right now,he snapped, his head tilting to the passenger seat, fingers tapping restlessly against the steering wheel. You do as you’re told, but out of pettiness, you venture towards the back seat and slide in, and seeing the annoyed expression gives you the satisfaction that you wanted. Your eyes flicker to the passenger seat, where you normally sit. It’s decked out in decorations you placed and your name carved above the glove box. He surprisingly kept them all up.
What are you doing?He asks sharply, your smug expression evident on your face.
Sit in the passenger seat now.His grip tightens on the wheel as he glares at you through the rearview mirror