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❝ the only time i feel i might get better is when we are together ❞
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"You guys alright back there?" Connie asked as pushed the key into the ignition of his car.
"Yep!" you and Jean chimed in unison from the backseats.
Sasha gave Connie the thumbs-up from the passenger seat beside him.
The day was December 29th. Today, you were driving down to Sasha's cabin. It was due to be a long journey but it would be worth it. At least you had your friends with you - Connie was driving while you and Jean were squashed into the back of his car with all the luggage, Sasha in the front, in charge of the aux. Porco, Pieck and Niccolo were on their way too, taking Pieck's car.
Your surroundings of the city began to drift from you and, not too long after setting off, you were on the open road. Sasha cranked up the music and her and the rest of you began to belt out each song at the top of your lungs in your own karaoke session.
Jean's eyes met yours as he sung the words, making you giggle and then him too at the sight of you, laughing into your hands.
Snow was falling outside the window, but in the car, you were safe and sound in the warmth. Day fell into night, and you felt yourself growing weary. The others were too.
"Do you want me to take over driving? You look a little tired there," you asked Connie, who had grown a set of eyebags under his greyish eyes.
Before he could reply, Jean responded. "I'm not letting you drive us straight into hell y/n, I just saw you dozing off. You need rest... I'll drive."
You pouted at him and crossed your arms.
"Will you ever stop fighting like an old married couple?" Connie chuckled back to the pair of you.
Heat rose to your cheeks at his teasing, Jean's clearly too as he dodged your eye contact and stared out of the window instead. There was a sign for a rest-stop on the next exit.
"We'll just take a break, then get back on the road, m'kay?" Connie decided.
Sasha, who was also falling asleep in her chair, perked up suddenly. "Can we go to a drive-through? Please, please, please Connie!" she begged and held onto the side of his arm, nearly causing the car to swerve on the snowy road.
Upon instinct, Jean's arm reached across you to stop you flying forward, as did yours to him in the sudden moment of panic.
"Woah, Sasha, you're gonna get us killed! We'll go through the drive-through, okay? Just calm down!" Connie panicked behind the wheel.
