We were road tripping to Santa Barbara in a van with John, Nate, Sammy and the Jack's. I loved hanging out with them. They were all really good friends of mine, but I never actually anything for them. Except for my boyfriend, Swazz, of course.
We sat next to each other as I almost fell asleep on his shoulder. He seemed to notice as he threw his arm around me and tightenend his grip on me. John pulled me closer to him. "Are you comfortable?" He asked.
I nodded and closed my eyes again. "Yeah, thank you, baby."
"Gross as fuck!" Sammy shouted at us. We softly laughed as I opened my eyes and saw a disgusted Sam Wilkinson.
"Fuck you." I said.
Before I knew it I got a fry in my face. I gasped and gave Sam a death glare, not trying to laugh. "Hey, hey. No throwing Mac Donald's in my girlfriends face!"
"That's such a waste of food, Wilkinson!"
"Who cares. I'd rather waste food than watch you two do that again." He sassed. He sat in front of us, and I felt bad for him. I know exactly how he felt since I've been there a lot of times. Hearing the smooch noises or even worse, the flirty words. He was right.
Swazz grabbed my jaw and kissed me passionately and unexpected.
I felt fries thrown in my face, but this time from Nate. "Okay, okay enough!" Swazz grinned and smirked at the boys.
"He's so pussy-whipped. That's terrible." Johnson commented.
"Shut up, at least I'm not a part of the Singles Club." John sassed.
"Rather be a part of the Singles Club than the 'I need to ask my girlfriend for permission' Club." I heard ooh's around me and started laughing.
"Very funny." Swazz said. "Oh c'mon, y'all would be whipped too if you had someone like (Y/N)." He told smoothly.
I heard groaning from the boys and making throw up noises. I laughed even harder. "Whatever you say, John Whipped Swift." Gilinsky said, who was driving.
"Alright, shut up I want to sleep." I said while plugging my headphones in.
"Night, babe." John said before I turned on my music.
