THE NEIGHBOURHOOD ━━━ jjba

life is a highway || team bucciarati x famous!reader || requested!

Thank you DOLLJOLYNE for the request! This sounds fun, and I hope you enjoy it, beautiful! You all enjoy as well, and remember to drink some water, get good rest, and that you're beautiful/handsome and wonderfully made! :D

song recommendation: sh-boom by the chords/life is a highway by rascal flatts (anyone remember these songs from the cars movie? just me? okay.)

"Mista? What's happening?" Narancia leans over to him, and Mista shrugs, looking just as confused and surprised as the young boy is. Trish jerks her head over to Mista, and Mista groans. "Trust me, pretty girl. I don't know either." Mista says, and Trish frowns. Giorno looks at Trish, and she shakes her head, rolling her eyes.

The car starts to sputter and shake, and the lights in the inside start to flicker. "Mista--" Giorno starts, but Mista holds up a hand, and Giorno shuts up, staring outside the window.

Bucciarati stares at Abbacchio with wide blue eyes, and Abbacchio pulls down his shades, shrugging. "What the hell did you do?" Fugo raises his voice, and Mista yells, hitting the wheel. "Come on, you damn thing! Drive already!" He smashes it over and over, and Narancia stares at Mista, laughing as the gunslinger goes ballistic on the steering wheel. Giorno watches the whole thing, and Trish leans on his shoulder, filming the breakdown.

"That's enough!" Bucciarati yells, and everyone stops, staring at Bucciarati. You jolt awake, and stare at everyone, Bucciarati sighing. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Did I wake you?" He asks, and you shrug, not wanting to make him feel bad. "No, I was just waking up." You smile, and Abbacchio frowns at you, knowing you're lying. "What?" You say, and he sighs, pushing his shades back up over his eyes.

"Mista. What happened?" Bucciarati asks calmly, and Mista gulps, staring at Narancia. Narancia looks back at him, and then loses it, telling Mista off. "Mista got to drive the car after he bargained wine with Abbacchio, and now the car's broken!" The orange-named boy yells, and suddenly covers his mouth. Mista groans and furrows his eyebrows at Narancia, his lips turning into a frown. 

"Leone!" Bucciarati turns to the goth, a frown on his face. Abbacchio takes his shades off once again, shrugging. "What? He offered it." He says, taking a sip of the wine in his water bottle. "Mio Dio." Bucciarati curses in Italian, and sighs once more. "Everybody out." He commands, and grumbles and groans arise from everyone, evacuating the car. Bucciarati tells Abbacchio to go look at the car hood, and the goth curses, tying his white hair up in a ponytail and lifting the hood.

Narancia is too busy fanning Trish, who is trying to touch up her makeup in ninety-degree weather, and Mista's trying to get service on his cellphone, walking around the abandoned road like a crazy man. Giorno watches the gunslinger impatiently, tapping his foot as he fans himself with a book. Fugo's talking to Bucciarati, who's currently berating a half-drunk Abbacchio. You laugh at the scene and take off your performance outfit, sighing as the warm breeze hits your skin.

You're Y/N L/N, a famous ballerina and popstar; you're known very well in Italy, and well-known all around the world. You're famous for releasing many albums, playing on television shows, and dancing professionally. You have a concert in Britain tonight at seven, and your backstage ontourage, Team Bucciarati, who also doubles as your family, decided to drive you there. Mista never drives during things like this, and there's a reason why. This is the reason why.

"I didn't do anything, I swear!" Mista holds his hands up in defense, and Narancia stares at him, confused. "Just confess. I won't be angry." Bucciarati smiles, but his eyes are dark, and Narancia and Mista know he's lying. "I--I really didn't!" He frowns, and Bucciarati leans into Mista's face. The gunslinger knows what's coming, and his eyes widen. "Okay! Okay! I might've spilled a lot of oil around the engine, and told absolutely no one." Mista laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Bucciarati's eyebrows furrow and he prepares to speak; Mista sighs, accepting the lecture coming to him.

"We're going to have to ask for help. Abbacchio's lost it." Giorno sighs, Fugo currently holding back Abbacchio's hair as he empties his breakfast over the bridge ledge. Abbacchio can hold alcohol extremely well, but with ninety-degree weather, it doesn't set well with him. Trish holds her phone to the sky, and shakes her head. "There's absolutely no connection out here." She frowns, and Narancia takes a sip of her mineral water shyly, hoping not to get caught by the pink-haired teen.

"Mista, since you've caused this mess, you can be the one who asks people for help." Bucciarati frowns, and Mista sighs, rolling his eyes and waving his arms frantically at random passing cars. You giggle at Mista, and he blushes, cursing under his breath. Two girls smile and roll down their car window, waving at the gunslinger. "Heya! Can we help you?" One girl asks, and Mista smirks, winking. "Yes please, sweetheart. Could you go and get a tow for me?" He flirts, and the girls giggle. "Sure!" The other replies, and they drive away.

"See? It was totally easy." Mista smirks, leaning on the bridge ledge. Trish sighs and shakes her head. "They're not coming back, Mista." She says, and Mista looks at the pink-haired girl, confused. "What makes you say that?" He bites, and she points to the car that the girls own, currently turning on a lane to a city downtown. "Are you kidding me?!" Mista yells, and Narancia laughs. "Hey, let me try!" You say, and Mista frowns, muttering under his breath.

You wave nicely at a truck coming your way, and it stops, a young man rolling down his window. "Hey, can I help you---Oh, wait!" The boy smiles, and you blush, laughing. "You're Y/N, the famous ballerina! I'll help you in anyway you need! My sister loves you!" He says, and the girl in the backseat rolls her window down, waving frantically at you with a big smile plastered on her face.

"Hi!" You smile, and she squeals. You giggle at her happiness, and confront the boy, telling him about the whole car situation. "Yeah, I can tow you to the nearest town! Give me a second!" The boy announces, and gets out of his truck, digging in the trunk. The girl gets out of the backseat and asks for a autograph and picture. "Of course! Come on!" She giggles happily and gives you a poster of yourself.

Mista and Narancia stare at you in surprise, confused at how popular you are. "I'm her brother!" Narancia whispers, and Mista nods, frowning. Trish and Giorno laugh at them, and Fugo sighs, hitting Narancia upside the head. "She doesn't care about you, stupido." He scoffs, and Narancia frowns, sticking his tongue out at Fugo.

After twenty minutes, the boy, who you know now as Bailey, hooks your car to his truck, inviting you and the Team inside his truck. It's pretty big inside, but not everyone fits. Bailey, you, and his sister, Bella, sit in the front row, while the Team sits in the back; Mista sits on the seat with Narancia in his lap, Trish on the floor beside Giorno, and Fugo, Abbacchio, and Bucciarati squashed into one seat. Bucciarati's legs are on Abbacchio's for more room, and Fugo's arm is around Giorno, making room for Trish to snuggle her legs in a bit tighter. They're in a lot of compromising positions right now.

"Haha! Fugo, you look like you're trying to kiss Giorno!" Narancia wheezes, and Fugo frowns. "Shut up. You're the one sitting in Mista's lap." He bites back, and Narancia shuts up fast, blushing. Trish and Giorno laugh at that, and Mista punches Narancia, a whine coming from the boy in response.

Bailey laughs and turns on the radio, the song "Life Is A Highway" by Rascal Flatts playing. 

Life is a highway!~

I'm gonna ride it all night long!~

If you're going my way,

I'm gonna drive it all night long!~

Fits the story of today, doesn't it?

hope you enjoyed it, DOLLJOLYNE! thanks for the request, babes :D