3 Months (Ross Lynch)

16. To Drive a Car

Baylee

I was feeling super skeptical about this whole driving thing but let Ross drag me away anyways.

"Ross, I don't know how to drive." I complained, trying to catch my breath. I was super tired. I want that uncomfortable, pool chair back. Anything better than resting on my own two feet.

"I know." I could practically feel him smiling. I mean, I wouldn't know. All I see is the back of his blonde head. "I've read your bucket list. Which is why," he dragged out his last word, digging in his pocket and pulling out a pair of keys. "I snatched these from my mom. I'm going to teach you how to drive."

Anxiety took over me. What if I crashed and ended both of our lives? Or just his? I would never forgive myself.

I slipped my hand out of Ross's grip unwillingly. This is the most affection I've gotten from him all day. Sadly, I needed to end it. I needed a break from walking, and I needed to stop from getting behind that treacherous wheel.

Ross paused, turning to look at me. He retracted his hand to his side and I think I even saw a mask of hurt cross his face. Oh no, now I feel bad.

"What's wrong?" he asked concerned. "Did I do something wrong?"

The look on his face made me feel even worse. "N-no, no Ross." I slowly walked up to him, taking both of his hands this time in mine. He took in a sharp gasp of breath. Where did all this confidence come from? I've never been the one to initiate any romantic gesture. Wow, you kiss the boy and suddenly you're a fan of PDA. We're not even dating..and I don't know if we ever will.

With how much time I have left. I have a little more than a month. A month. I don't want that to come. I want to stay here, with Ross and die with him. For us to grow old together but that will never happen. I'm not even sure if he will ask me to be his girlfriend, but I do know that if he did.

I wouldn't be able to say no.

"It's nothing you did, believe me but." I trailed off not looking him in the eyes.

He used our joined right hands to push my chin up, so our gazes are locked again. "But what?"

"Ross, you don't want to get in that car with me. It'll be your death trap, trust me." I sighed as his thumb made gently circles on my skin. "I can sit in the passenger seat and watch from a safe distance."

He shook his head. "No. You are doing this." I opened my mouth to argue but he beat me to it. "No, you want to complete this love. It'll be another step closer to completing that bucket list of yours." He gently rested our foreheads together, close enough that our noses were touching. "It's now or never. C'mon, I won't let you crash. I promise."

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"No Baylee that button turns on the windshield wipers, not the turning signal."

I could tell he was getting frustrated with me. I successfully (but slowly) I mean, a turtle could've passed us at that speed, pulled up into the end of the driveway. It was like 5 feet because Stormie's car was the last one parked.

Thank god she decided to back in.

Now we sat at the edge of the driveway trying to find the turn signal.

As you could see, I couldn't find it.

"Baylee it's right over there! On the other side of the wheel."

"Stop yelling at me!"

"I'm not yelling at you, now turn the damn turn signal on."

"Can't you see I'm trying?" I cried beyond frustrated. And tired but that's besides the point. "There's too many damn buttons in this place. Why don't they label these things?"