Phan Oneshots Smut and Fluff

A Rough Ride

The autumn day felt peaceful, sunny, and idyllic. Like the weather knew we were about to drive a ways and wanted to prepare us for a safe journey. The air was breezy, but not too much so, and it smelt like the wildflowers growing on the side of the road. It was all so pretty, and the birds were chirping, but no one could enjoy any of it over the sound of the arguing.

Back and forth they went, Louise and Liam and Dan and our other friends. All five of them seemed to have a different issue with the car we were about to take out of town. Liam hated the sound it had made when he and Louise pulled it out of the park. Pj couldn't stand the fact that it had no radio, meaning we were going to have to figure out a form of music if we didn't want to entertain ourselves the entire way. Dan, speaking to the main concern the group should have had, was worried about the fact that the car only had five seats and there were six of us.

The music situation was figured out first, someone had brought a speaker that saved the day. The squeaky brakes were left to Liam, who decided that the only way to get there safely was if he was by driving. Which, in the end, made the last problem even more difficult to figure out because now the one couple that could share a seat was forced to be split up. Unless Louise wanted to dangerously buddy up in the driver's seat, which she did not.

Comfort was a big concern for everyone, it seemed, so the arguing only got louder. Everyone had a reason they didn't want to share. Too tall, the seat too small, leg room, the need to be able to freely move during a nap.

"We're going to have to choose randomly," Louise grabbed a handful of grass nearby. She held the ends of the strands out so there was no way to tell their length. "Shortest has to share a seat."

Nobody was a fan of the idea, but no more were volunteered, either. We all tentatively reached out, grabbing a stalk and tediously comparing lengths. Mine was entirely too short, a stubby little blade, but Dan's was shorter.

"Louise this is barely even a blade of grass," he pouted.

"You should have known not to pick it then!"

"Well, then, I'm sitting on your lap," he threatened her.

"No, absolutely not. That's a job for your other half," she said sweetly to me.

"Um, no," I interjected as I thought about Dan on my lap for that long. That close... I gulped. "We are the two tallest people here. We are not about to sit like that for two hours," I tried.

"Fine. Who has the next shortest blade of grass?" She held up hers, which was a long and hefty thing.

"Oh, come on, that's obviously me," I rolled my eyes.

"Perfect! It's decided then!" Everyone was in harmonious agreement, all of the sudden, and walked towards the van.

I looked at Dan, who was grinning at me. "After you," he gestured in front of me.

"Why can't I sit on your lap?" I whined. "I drew the second shortest, so I should get to choose."

"We can switch if we stop!" He nudged me and walked towards the rest of the group. Still not getting in the van, of course, making sure that I knew I was the seat rather than him.

We didn't stop, as it turned out.

Time passed utterly slow as I was trapped beneath Dan. We had taken a while to get situated, long limbs tangled, my arms awkwardly scrunched while he leaned on the seat in front of us. Pj, who sat next to me, didn't help the situation, pushing Dan off anytime he got remotely close. Keeping him entirely on me.