The Groupchat Oneshots

Traffic jam - ISAACWHY

TW: Yelling and crash

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I stare out my windshield at the mass amounts of cars in front of me. I was not getting home anytime soon.

I had been out all day, shopping for Christmas presents for the guys, but I had found nothing, unfortunately. Because it was already so close to the holidays, many people were out on the road and doing the same exact thing I was doing.

I had a rough night and couldn't fall asleep for more than 5 minutes so I was already tired. The fact that people were always in my way as I was walking in the mall and now not being able to move my car one inch on the road was making my temper rise and my patience lower.

All I wanted was to get home to my boyfriend and snuggle into his bed and never get up.

But as the sun started to go down, I knew I would be sitting here for an even more amount of time since PEOPLE DON'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE IN THE SNOW, LET ALONE DRIVE IN THE DARK IN THE SNOW.

I grab my phone and turn it on. It was on the verge of dying and I forgot to buy a charger for my car even though I kept reminding myself to get one every time I went shopping.

I watch as the zero battery symbol pops up on my screen and I let out a frustrated groan as I throw it back onto my passenger seat.

Christmas songs were playing softly in the background in my car and snow was slowly falling, piling up on cars around me and the road. I sigh and lean back in my seat, allowing myself to take a couple of deep breaths to calm myself.

I get to my third breath but I'm pulled out of my relaxed state when all of a sudden I hear a truck horn and a man behind me yelling.

I try and push his noise away but it just feels like it's getting louder. He seemed to be mad about the traffic jam, just like everyone else here but what was there to do? I turn up the radio in an attempt to drown him out but his voice squirms its way back into my ears. I start to grow frustrated, so I roll my window down and stick my head out.

"You know yelling isn't going to make these cars move, man," I say and he sticks his head out his window as well. His face was red from probably both the cold and yelling.

"Why don't you shut the hell up and mind your own fucking business." He says, spitting out his words.

"Are you being serious? No one wants to hear your damn horn and voice, asshole. We're all here together so maybe do us all a favour and stop complaining 'cause it's doing nothing." I knew this would only rile him up more but I was too annoyed and already too far gone to go back now.

"Don't tell me what to do you pretentious prick," and with that, he sticks his head back into his car and starts honking his horn again. I knew he didn't know I was on the famous side, being with the groupchat and all, and using that big word "pretentious" to describe me was just something he wanted to say at that moment, but it still had an effect on me.

I swallowed deeply and rolled my window back up, now feeling the effects of the cold entering my body. I shiver and turn up the heat, ignoring his horns once again.

Finally, after what feels like forever, we start moving again and I make my way back home.

I was feeling stressed out at this point. From the man, the snow, the darkness. I was just hoping to get home in one piece at this point.

I take the backroads home and I can barely see anything. The snow is falling hard now. There was no sunlight and the roads felt icy. I start to zone out, thinking in my head. My car starts slipping and sliding everywhere. I place my hands on the wheel and try and steady it but it's no use. I run off the road and off to the side. Thankfully I stop without anything bad happening to me or my car, but I'm a bit shaken up. I silently thank god that there were no other cars on the road or anything in the way where my car crashed.

I take a deep breath and will myself to not cry. I back up back onto the road and slowly and carefully make my home again. I grip the steering wheel so my shaking hands steady themselves better. I had about a couple of minutes till I got there.

I finally got home and park my car in the driveway. I climb out of the car, pick up my phone and walk to the front door. Opening it, I see Isaac on the couch. As soon as he sees me, he jumps up and comes over to me, concern evident in his eyes.

"I was wondering where you were. You weren't answering your phone," he says, now coming up to me and putting his hand on my face. I see him notice something was up with me. "What's wrong?"

"My phone died," I said, not blinking.

"You're shaking. What happened Y/n?" he says, now putting his other hand on my face and forcing me to look at him.

I say nothing. Instead, I just start crying and my whole body (from lack of sleep and the events that occurred today) decides to give out.

"Woah, woah, woah. You're okay." Isaac says, catching me and picking me up. He brings me to his room and lays me down in his bed.

He comes over to my other side and lays down so I am facing him.

"What happened?" He asks, wiping away my tears with his thumb with one hand while the other combs through my hair.

I manage to tell him what had happened and he just comforts me the entire time.

"It's okay. You're okay," he says, kissing my head, and I smile slightly, knowing I finally found someone so amazing like him.

I snuggle into him and enjoy his warmth.