Tom & Zendaya In Boston

Car Ride

Toms POV

After a long thirty minutes which is probably more like seven but felt much longer because Miss Daya over here would not stop scolding me on stupid I was and how, "oh my god we could have been in the car by now," or, "why don't you have functioning brain cells," or, " can't you keep an eye on anything?" We're finally walking out of the airport now. Z's helping me load my suitcase onto the car because apparently I can't even lift a suitcase up into my car now. The thing is my suitcase isn't even as heavy as the handbag she just had to bring with her.

"I'll drive!" I say enthusiastically.

"No I will."

"But you're so bad at drivinggg," I whine.

"Get your ass in the passenger seat," she glares at me. My god she's too cute.

"No pleaaaaseee," I pout, knowing she's not gonna win now.

She glares at me for a long time before saying, "fine," along with the loudest sigh this world has ever heard.

"What's with the sass," I say jokingly when I get into the seat, earning me a slap. "So how's your new show?"

"Pretty good, I've been having to practice so much tennis for it, I could actually play in the championships after this."

"Well, we could practice together," I said feeling shy all of the sudden.

"Yea-, yeah, that would, be really f-fun," Z said, slightly stuttering, I hope I wasn't blushing. I didn't really know what to do so I decide to be impulsive and put my hand on her lap, immediately regretting it. She puts her hand over mine and adjusted her fingers to intertwine with mine. She looks at me and I stare back. There's a soft smile hinting at those soft lips of hers, and I stare.

"BEEEP," some car around us slams their horn, just when I notice we're about to crash into the car besides ours.

"SHIT," me and Daya yell at the same time.

"TOM. WE ALMOST DIED. I REPEAT. DIED."

"Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm so sorry. You can't distract me like that!"

"ME?! DISTRACT YOU??? AND YOU SAY I'M BAD AT DRIVING??? I SWEAR TO GOD TOM. THIS IS THE SECOND TIME. I REPEAT, SECOND, TIME YOU FUCKED UP IN THE PAST TEN MINUTES."

"Hey, didn't you say it took, 'at least a good twenty minutes'?"

She flicks my head and gives me a death stare, and believe it or not, the queen of sass is amazing at death stares.

"Ow. I'm sorry," I say, pretending to cry. Z keeps a stone-cold face, then a couple seconds in, she finally breaks. We stop at a red light. We go back to staring at each other. I'm so tempted and I keep trying to build up enough confidence to maybe even just lean my head in a little. Come on, Tom, you can do thi-. Zendaya shoves her face into mine and I do it right back.

"Someone wasn't brave enough," Z smirks, our foreheads still touching.

"I was about to! I swear!" no matter how many we've kissed in cars, I'll never forget the one that let the entire world know about us. Even if it was a complete accident back then, I'm actually extremely thankful for it. We don't need to hide anything anymore.

"Mhm," we lean in again, "we better stop before you forget that green lights exists. Don't wanna add yet another time you fucked up since you've been here."

"Fine."

"Don't worry, we still got all night ahead of us."