•Imagines and Stuff•

Road Trips •Bastille•

short blurbs inspired by my long trip to cali

Woody
He had a spontaneous plan to drive to his home town of Devon (idk I'm not from the UK so don't judge if I mess this up). He pulled you up at the crack of dawn, with coffee made and your bag packed.

'Come on sweetheart, let's take a drive.'

'Woody its t-too earlyyy '

He would pull you up gently and remove your hair from your face.

'You can sleep on the way.'

He helped you into the car and when you woke up from your slumber once again, he had his hand on your knee as he stared ahead. Not without taking a few glances at your tired figure that he couldn't help but smile at.

Kyle

"Kyle move the fuck over!" You grumbled, for the billionth time, yet it didn't seem to get to him.

He had invited you to join them on a van ride to the beach, and you couldn't help but feel a bit of regret of your decision. The man child had himself sprawled out on your guy's isle and you had but a smidgen of space.

The smirk on his face made you all the more desperate for space, annoyed with his antics.

"What's the problem love?"

"You are ginormous and I need room to sleep!"

"Sleep on me, cmon I don't bite."

Dan

"Cmon babe, Naked and Afraid is on!" Dan urged, pulling you to the couch.

He had invited you to join him on the tour, and you had to try and make the best of being in a small bus with sloppy men-children.

"Hold on, let me get some food," you tried to reason, pulling away.

"No no no love, we have to see what happens to David and Sharla, pleaasee."

You gave in, flopping into his lap with a loud 'humph'.

"This obsession of yours better be under control soon babe."

Will

Kyle was the driver for the time being, giving your boyfriend a shut eye since he had been driving the past several hours. This shut eye also meant less attention towards you, that was already lacking since the trip began.

He had his headphones in and hoodie up as he slouched over in tiredness. You gave him a worried glance, seeing how uncomfortable he must be.

You decided to help him out, placing a hand on his cheek to revive his attention before patting your lap with the other. He took the message, and with a sleepy smile he rest his head on your thighs as you began running his stubbly cheek softly, lulling him to sleep.