TMD: Preferences|Imagines|Oneshots 2

drive my car (f.r.) (requested)

(A/N: This oneshot was requested by le4_022. I hope you like it! The song in the title is a reference to the song of the same name by The Beatles. Now, on with the oneshot!)

       'Where the hell is he?'

       That was the thought that had been running through my mind for the past 40 minutes. I'm standing on the sidewalk outside of Mall of America looking for my boyfriend, Fulton's, car. We were supposed to meet here almost an hour ago to see a movie but he never showed up. I was used to him being a few minutes late but never this long. Usually if he knew he was going to be late he'd call one of the others to let me know but I never got one.

       I rubbed my hands up and down my arms, trying to keep myself warm on this February night. I would have gone in to the movie myself but Fulton had the tickets. I scanned the parking lot again but there was still no sign of the traffic cone orange vehicle. I was really getting worried now. 'I swear, Fulton, you better be okay.' I thought to myself, taking a deep breath and watching it float into the cold air as I blew it out.

       People were milling about around me, some going into the building and some leaving to get to their cars or the bus stop. I was getting a little too frosty, having not worn a thick enough jacket as I didn't expect to wait in the cold and was debating whether to go back inside when I hear the familiar sound of a struggling engine coming up on my right. As it stopped in front of me and I saw it was Fulton and he was okay, my worry was replaced with anger. The sound of the rusty driver side door turned a few heads but I gave them no mind as he got out of the car and approached me.

       "Y/N, let me explain-" He started with a guilty look on his face but I cut him off.

       "Are you alright?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

       "Wha- oh, yeah. I'm fine?" He said, his guilty expression changing to one of confusion.

       "Good. Then where the hell have you been?! You scared the crap out of me!" I whisper-yelled at him. I would have yelled but there were too many people around and I didn't want to make a huge scene.

       "I'm sorry! Dean needed the car and-" He started again but me holding my hand up stopped him once again.

       "Of course." I huffed out.

       This was becoming a recurring problem now that school's back in session. You see, once they both had their licenses, Fulton and Dean decided to go in on a car together. Fulton paid for 65% of it while Dean paid for 35%, given the fact that Dean would be back in Chicago during the summer time and wouldn't use it as often as Fulton would. It was a good arrangement for the most part. At least until Dean had broken up with his hometown girlfriend and was making dates left and right which he needed the car for. Fulton knew his best friend was hurting over the break up so he had gone a bit lax on enforcing the agreed upon schedule.

       "I'm serious, Y/N, he needed the car. If you'd just let me explain-" He tried to start again but again I stopped him.

       "What's there to explain?" I asked still feeling angry.

       "Will you stop cutting me off?! God, can you please just stop talking for five seconds so I can tell you why I'm late?!" He raised his voice a bit but still wasn't yelling. I wasn't in the mood either way.

       "No! I'm going home! Good night, Fulton!" I matched his volume before turning on my heel and started walking down the sidewalk.

       "Wha- wait! Y/N! Hey, at least let me drive you!" His panicked voice rang out behind me but I ignored him and kept walking.

       I was really getting tired of this. It was one thing for Fulton to cancel us going out and instead watch TV at his house or my dorm because he 'wanted his friend to get back out there' but it was getting ridiculous! 

       I heard the sound of the rusty door shutting before the engine roared to life as the car started but again, kept walking. Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I could see the car creeping alongside me as I walked.

       "Come on, Y/N, would you please just let me drive you home?" Fulton asked as he frantically rolled down the manual window.

       "No." I said, not breaking my stride.

       We walked/drove in silence for a minute before Fulton tried again. "Please, just get in the car, Y/N."

       "Nooo." I said again, elongating the word.

       "Come on, you gotta be getting cold out there." Fulton tried reasoning from the driver's seat.

       "I'm f-fine." I said with an involuntary shiver. 'Damn it.'

       We walked/drove for another minute before Fulton started to lose his patience. "Would you just get in the car, Y/N?!" He asked, his voice raised.

       "I said no!" I said back, voice also raised.

       "Look, I'm sorry I was late! Dean had the car for a date and the girl's boyfriend showed up and he and Dean got in a fight. I'm late because he had to go get stitches in his cheek." Fulton said, one eye on the road and one eye on me.

       I stopped walking which caused Fulton to pull the car to a stop. "What?" I asked.

       "Yeah. 5 stitches in his cheek. You'll see them at practice on Monday." Fulton said.

       Sighing, I walked behind the car and looked both ways before getting in the passengers side. It took me two tries to get the door closed. "Is he okay?" I asked, turning to Fulton.

       He turned to me and nodded. "Yeah. It's more his pride got hurt than anything else." We sat in silence for minute before Fulton reached out and grabbed my hand. "I really am sorry I was late."

       His thumb stroked the back of my hand and I couldn't help smile at the touch. "I know you are. I forgive you...this time." I said before sticking my tongue out at him.

       "How about this, we go and get something to eat and then catch the movie at the next showing?" Fulton asked.

       "Sounds like a plan." I said with a nod.

       Before turning back to face the road, Fulton leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the lips. I smiled and let go of his hand so he could put both on the wheel. It might not have been a great start to our date night but I could tell Fulton was going to do his best to make it up to me.

(A/N: Thanks again to le4_022 for the request! I hope you liked it! I actually had this one mostly finished and sitting in my drafts so your request was just the motivation I needed to finish it lol Requests are opening soon so get yours ready. That's all for now! Until next time! Thanks!!)