Road To Us || Porco Galliard

⤜Chapter Five⤛

Your POV
You woke up to the slight shaking of your body. Jolting forward, you punched out at the air as you sat up. Except you managed to hit something.
Reiner was still groaning when you started to feel less disoriented.
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" You apologised for punching the poor boy right in the gut.
"I-it's okay. I should've remembered that you do that." He forced a smile and you apologised again. The sun was barely risen as you crawled out of the van to stretch, reaching for the sky.
"(N/n)! Good morning!" Colt waved at you from where he and Porco were loading gear into the back of your car. You smiled and waved.
"Mornin' Col! Mornin' Porco!" You went to go help them load up gear only to find out they were almost done.
"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" You asked, feeling guilty about not doing as much work. Porco shrugged and replied.
"You're driving. If you're tired you're more likely to crash than you already are." You smiled at his words. And then properly realized what he said.
"Hey! I'm a perfectly good driver ice-cream thief!" You poked your tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes.
"Okay brick for brains." He walked off before you could say another word but you could see the hint of a smile on his face.
"Reiner, the next cafe is like a two hour drive."
"On track?"
"Yeah, no detours but like are we gonna be okay for that long without food and stuff?"
"We have snacks."
"I guess..."
You turned to see Marcel and Reiner conversing and wandered over to them.
"I think we'll be fine." You poked your head in-between the two, startling them.
"Oh morning sleeping beauty!" Marcel teased, making Reiner laugh and you pout and poke his side.
"You could've woken me up you know."
"Yeah, but you usually get grumpy if you don't sleep enough." Reiner smirked.
"Fair point." You agree. "We should all be fine for like two hours." Colt waltzes over and murmurs.
"Yeah but like you say that now. You'll be angry and grumpy within an hour."
"Why do you all act like you see me as a child?" You look up at the men around you who all snickered.
"Maybe it's cause you act like one." Porco said from behind you. Turning to face him, you rolled your eyes and pushed him playfully.
"You even push like a child." He smirked down at you and you grumbled.
"Have fun driving with Reiner." You said walking off to your car. Colt and Marcel started to howl with laughter while Reiner and Porco just looked at each other with dread and disgust.

Second POV

You didn't actually mean it, cause when the time to leave, Porco was sitting in the passengers seat and Colt was in the back, leaving Marcel with Reiner. The arrangement didn't really bother anyone so there were no complaints or anything. Porco asked if he could plug his phone in for some music to which you nodded excitedly.
Colt sat with his chin by Porco's shoulder arm draped over the side of the seat. The three of you were silent, admiring the view of the mountains in the morning and listening to Porco's music.
"Ooh ooh oh! Guys look at this," Colt whipped his phone out and displayed a picture of Reiner driving, hand on his chin, looking thoughtfully out the windscreen. It was hilarious really, to see him look so serious. It cracked you up and coaxed a few snickers from Porco.
"Porco and Marcel are quite different." You thought as you watched the man. You shrugged off your thoughts, wanting to focus on the road and prove to Porco that you were a great driver. Not that you needed to in your opinion.

"So (n/n), what's the summer house look like." Colt asked. You hummed.
"Well, it's more of a mini mansion than a house. It was my Grandfather's. But he divorced Granny and disowned my father and my Uncle. He ended up giving the house to me, wanting nothing to do with anyone else except me. Apparently cause I like botany."
The two men were silent.
"Well uh. Okay." Porco said. You smiled.
"Sorry I sometimes tend to overshare." You said with a small giggle. "But no it's really nice. Old-fashioned but he had it done up for me two years ago, hoping that I'd move out from with my brother. It's about two acres? I think the cow is still there. But no really pretty gardens and everything and two storeys with like five bedrooms, three bathrooms, two living rooms and a massive kitchen. He had it tailored to what I liked."
"Wow. So why don't you live there?" Colt asked.
"Well, it's really amazing but it's lonely. All you guys are back home. Plus I guess I need to look after my brother." You murmur the last bit.
You didn't notice the way Colt tensed every time you mentioned your brother. But Porco did. He didn't say anything but made a mental note to confront Colt about it later.
"Fair enough." Colt smiled to which you returned happily. Another twenty minutes passed filled with meaningless conversations and the occasional insult bringing the time to about 8am.
"Porco, will you be a darling and open the glove box and pass me the bag inside there?" You ask, batting your eyes. He huffed and rolled his eyes and did as you asked. Upon his handing it to you, you smiled. "Thank you!"
"Whatever princess." He grumbled and looked away out the window at the scenery you were speeding past. With one hand on the steering wheel and your attention divinised between rummaging around in the bag you retrieved some of your favourite snacks. Tearing off the packing with your teeth, you started eating happily before putting the bag in the middle of where the two could both reach.
"You guys hungry?" That got their attention and they dug into the snacks with a little murmur of thanks.
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With a stretch you stepped out of the car, and was almost trampled by Marcel running to Colt and Porco.
"Sorry (n/n)!" You just smiled and waved. Behind you, Marcel was asking Colt if Porco behaved. Which of course made Porco annoyed. You walked over to Reiner who was making his way over to the cafe. He ruffled you hair and you gently patted his back.
"How are you?" You asked as he opened the door and gestured for you to go in.
"I'm okay. Marcel wasn't that annoying." He said with a laugh. You giggled with gim as you both sat down at a big table. Soon the other three made their way in.
Looking at the menus, the waitress came asking for your orders.
"That's a lot of food Porco." Reiner pointed out when he ordered.
"I'm hungry." He narrowed his eyes to a cold glare, voice tainted with hostility. Marcel moved on to ordering, cutting the tension and attempting to ease the waitress who looked terrified. You frowned at Reiner and then at Porco. He met your eyes and sighed.
"Sorry." He muttered.
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