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Conor Maynard - Road Trip Part 1

Conor Maynard - Road Trip Part 1

"(Y/N) let's go! It's literally just one night you don't even need to pack anything oh my god!", Conor was laughing with Joes as they waited for you. You and the two boys were going on a little road trip to Portsmouth. Conor had a gig at one of the University's there and you along with the rest of the boys wanted to support him.

"You'll wish you listened to me and at least brought a change of clothes", you replied rather smugly.

"We're men (Y/N). We can handle it all" Joe did a sumo squat and flexed his muscles at you. Both boys must have noticed your gaze lingering on Joe's arms a little longer than necessary. Joe immediately bounced back into a normal position when Conor cleared his throat.

"Let's get going then?" you were excited to go on a little adventure with the boys. On the plus side, you got to watch Conor perform which always made your day. You grabbed your small cross-body bag and the larger tote in which you packed a change of clothes in case of emergency, your make-up bag, and deodorant. Joe rolled his eyes at your tote and made fun of you for it as the three of you made your way to the car.

"SHOTGUN!" Joe shouted as he ran to the front seat of the car.

"Sorry (Y/N)", Conor laughed as he got in the driver's seat, and you in the back.

"Nah I'm good back here. I've got three seats all to myself, and I don't have to help you if we get lost", you positioned yourself comfortably in the backseat, already kicking of your shoes and getting comfy.

"ROAD TRIP!" Joe yelled as he got his vlogging camera out. You mostly stayed out of his vlog excluding the occasional interruptions. He and Conor did their thing while they vlogged, Joe ranting about how excited he was, Conor butting in with his jokes. You smiled as he ended the vlog, happy that you got to spend time with your mates.

"CONOR", you suddenly shouted as realisation hit you.

He turned around frantically, "What? What happened?"

"Are you okay?" Joe chipped in.

"I am, but my tummy isn't. Where are the snacks?"

"Good god (Y/N) you gave me a bloody heart attack!" Conor had his hand over his heart.

Joe was cackling in the front seat at his friends' reaction. "Yeah mate, where are the snacks? You're a horrible, what'd you call it, host, driver, thing", he tried to explain himself. "Yeah well you just suck mate, you call this a road trip with no snacks?"

"What you don't have any snacks in your Mary Poppins bag?", Conor joked at your bag from before.

"HA HA. Can we just stop on the way and get some? Please?" you added, dragging your plea.

"We'll stop and get more petrol, and you can go get the snacks, yeah?"

As soon as the car hit park at the petrol station, you jumped out and ran straight to the store, leaving the boys to deal with the petrol. You ran around the store, grabbing as much snacks, candy and drinks as you could. You knew you were going overboard, but you didn't really care. You could always finish them another time. When you were done picking snacks, you went to the cashier where the Conor was waiting having just paid for the petrol. He burst out laughing the moment he saw you. "Sure you got enough there?"

"Laugh at me and you're not getting any Maynard" you turned to pay for the snacks. Conor tried to but in and pay, but you pushed him away, trusting the bills to the cashier. "I got it, pop star. I can afford some snacks without a number one album", you teased.

"Oh, but you love the perks that come with being friends with someone famous", he pursed his lips, imitating the 'I-want-to-be-famous' meme.