definitely maybe i will live to love || Five x Reader/OC ||

this year's love had better last

This Year's Love

"Will this piece of shit go any faster?" Diego practically screams into your ear.

"Do you want me to get pulled over?" you lightly snap back. "I'm going as fast as I can!"

"We need to pick up the pace! There's no way those two assholes are going to stick around with Klaus now that we have a lead on them! You should have just come back to the house and told us that you saw fucking Hazel at Griddy's!"

"And what, risk letting him go—"

"Turn here!" Allison shouts. She's in charge of the map. You slow and smack the blinker a second before you turn. It still gets honks. You hear the end of your car scrape on the road because of Luther jammed into the backseat with Allison and Diego. Why everybody piled into your Corolla before you could say anything is absolutely beyond you.

You press on the accelerator to pick up speed again. "We need to come up with a plan before we take them on!" Five shouts over Diego. "They'll be ready for us!"

"Yeah, here's a plan, Five—"

"Ouch, Diego!" Allison cries.

"Diego, stop moving around!" Luther yells.

"Here's a plan, Five, why don't you take whatever plan you have, shove it up your ass, and we'll go right in there with Eight in the front and get the jump on them—"

"Can you get any stupider?" Five shoots back. "This can't be some all-out fight like your hero complex tells you it is! Klaus will be there! If they fire at us, they'll likely shoot Klaus too! If they haven't done it already!"

"Which is why Eight should have come—"

"Stop dragging Eight into this, you moronic, bargain bin Batman!"

"What the FUCK did you just call me?! Your ass is grass, old man!"

"TURN HERE!" Allison screeches a second before you have to turn.

You don't get time to use your blinker.

The five of you all scream at the top of your lungs as your Corolla swerves and fishtails into the turn. If Luther hadn't been sitting on the opposite side of the turn's direction, the car would have flipped.

"Jesus, Allison, a little warning next time?" Diego, not you, yells.

"Diego, if you do not sit down I'm going to rumor you to jump out the window!"

"Do it, I dare you!"

"Children," Five says to nobody in particular. "I'm with literal children."

To prove his point, Diego crams himself between the two front seats, eliciting a shout from Allison, and punches his fist into your knee. He lets out a "Motherfucker!" when his knuckles connect. "Eight, ever think about drinking less milk sometime?"

The car's engine puts it into higher gear than healthy. You do seventy in a forty-mile zone. "Please don't be cops please don't be cops please don't be cops," you pray under your breath.

Luther yanks Diego back, allowing you to slow somewhat. But as you're half-braking, half-coasting, Allison jabs her finger into the window. "There! There! That's i—"

You all scream again as you veer into the turn lane and swing around into the entrance of the motel's parking lot. The smell of burning rubber fills your nostrils. Allison braces herself against the door, Luther's head smacks into Diego's, and Five hollers, "HOLY SHIT—FUCKER!"