it was getting late.
and i was getting tired.
kurt on the other hand had so much energy
i sat curled up
my feet up on the seat and my knees near my face.
i layed my head on the door
turning up thr music just a few notches
i loved lil peep.
i took few hits of my vape and stares out the window
holding my hand out the window feeling the cool summer night air glide throughout my fingers.
soon my eyes started to feel heavier and heavier.
until i feel alseep quickly.
KURTS POV)
"hey y/n wanna know what would be so funny?" i said looking over.
oh she's alseep.
shit.but that's ok
i'll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine
"mother fucker" i saying trying to miss all the potholes.
i'm driving here i sit.
cursing my government.
for not using my taxes to fill the roads with more cement.
fuck
it's 3:13am
and lil peep sucks ass.
(actually kurt he's the best)
i grabbed y/ns phone.
trying to find other music
i accidentally opened her texts.
"oh shit" i said trying to get out.
i was not paying attention to the road at all
and driving with my knee.
i finally got into spotify to changes to playlist.
then i felt the car stop.
oh shit.
Y/N POV) i woke up to aloud crash sound.
"what the fuck kurt i-" i look around.
we have fully crashed into a tree.
"oh no no no kurt what the fuck is wrong with you!" i said taking my seat belt off.
"i was trying to skip the song and- i'm so sorry y/n" he says.
"mother fucker" i said getting out of the car.
i took my phone as the flashlight.
kurt quickly follows.
"i'm so sorry y/n i-" his eyes water.
he must really feel bad.
"it's ok kurt, we all make mistakes" i said rubbing my face.
"no no your car was so nice i.. how could i repay you?" he asked.
"kurt there's nothing you can do i promise it's ok" i said hugging him.
i let go.
"i'll just have to call someone to repair it that's all."
he sighs
"how are we supposed to get home now?" he asked
"no towing place is open at 3am" i said.
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Mystère / Thrillery/n is a young, selfish, criminal psychologist and book author, the second she heard that mr.kunkle was still alive she know it would make an award winning criminology book.