A Crack Fic About My Driving Instructors

Venus, Planet of Love

Frank stood in front of the class, clicking to the first slide. "Alright, day two, Kiddos," he smiled, "Remember one thing from yesterday?"

"Check both ways before turning at an intersection," a girl answered, raising her hand confidently. She grinned as she knew she was right. 

"Yes, exactly, Sarah," Frank nodded, "Now, today, we're going to be talking about what happens if you're pulled over. First, you'll need to hand over some ID when the officer asks." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, flipping it open to reveal a driver's licence, Paul's driver's licence to be exact. The class furrowed their eyebrows and tried to ignore it.

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After over an hour straight of talking, Frank sighed, clearly bored to be teaching a class that his whole career was based on. He called a break, and the students scattered like dandelion seeds on a windy day.

A few minutes into the break, a confident voice called out, "Your saviour's here." Paul gave a toothy grin and sat five pizza boxes on the table. Again, the students scrambled.

"Run, Forrest, run," Paul joked, looking at the speed at which people bolted to the food, "Anyone know where that's from?"

"Forrest Gump," a few monotonous voices replied, tired of what was, to them, an old person reference. They couldn't believe that the men could be so joyful while teaching about getting pulled over and other awful things like getting killed.

"Hey, they got it," Paul nodded with approval.

"I'm pretty sure every person in this tiny town has at least heard the quote," Frank commented, "I appreciate the education of the young, though."

"Eh. I'll stump 'em next time," Paul promised, placing a hand on Frank's shoulder. The other man's face burned cherry red. He tried so hard not to give in.

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A/N: The licence thing really happened. I was the only one who noticed. There's no hetero explanation. Anyway, I guess this is a multi-chapter book now. 🤷‍♂️