Pretty Pink Flowers : Poolverine x OC

21

"Punch buggy, no punch back!" Wade leans across Faye to swing on Logan's arm, swerving the car as he does so.

"Jesus Christ, can you please keep both hands on the wheel?!" Faye has been a nervous wreck since Logan had relinquished control of the car to Deadpool. He would never put her in danger, but his driving is hell of a lot less focused than Logan's was.

"If I put both hands on the wheel, who's gonna keep your upper thigh warm?"

"Hands on the wheel." Logan says sternly as he places his hand on top of Faye's right leg.

"HaNds oN ThE wHeEL" Wade mocks.

They've been driving all day, the sun was setting and it was painting the sky bubblegum pink. Faye looks out of the window wistfully.

"Penny for your thoughts, bub?"

"Hm?" His gruff voice brings her back down to earth.

"Where did you go just now?"

"When I was little, I always loved when the sunsets were pink. It was like the most magical thing, how something could be so beautiful and no one did it on purpose it's just .. is what it is. Does that make sense? It was proof that things can just happen and they can work and they can be beautiful."

"Those are some big thoughts for a little kid."

"I was never really a little kid." The tone in her voice left Logan understanding there was so much more to that statement, but she wasn't ready or willing to delve into it right now.

Wade had a pit in his stomach imagining that sweet girl from the fifth grade yearbook picture suffering in any way. He turns to look at her and presses a soft kiss on the top of her head, swerving the car once again.

"Eyes on the road!!!!" They both shout at him.

"You know, I hate backseat drivers." He jokingly rolls his eyes.

"Wade, who on gods green earth gave you a drivers license?"

"I seduced my driving instructor."

"Bullshit." Logan shakes his head.

"How dare you undermine the power of my boyish charm. I couldn't parallel park but she knew I could bust it down."

"You're sick." Logan says sounding slightly amused and Faye can't help but snicker.

"Don't hate the player hate the game." Wade takes the next exit while the other passengers weren't paying attention.

"Wait Wade where are you going?"

"I would get skull fucked by Colossus if it meant I could get a grilled cheese. I'm fucking starving and you haven't eaten since breakfast."

Wade zooms past every fast food drive through on the strip of road designated for truck drivers and road trippers. As no one can agree on where to stop they all spend a good fifteen minutes bickering. 

"Oh holy fuck ... I know exactly where we're going." He whips the truck into a vacant parking lot being illuminated by the neon light of a flickering "24 Hour Diner" sign. It's a stereotypical fifties diner you can find in any state in the country.

"I hope they have the little paper hats!" Wade says as he removes the keys from the ignition.