I Just Hold the Camera (A Jojixreader) Editing/ Story Complete

Arizona: Vol 1

"Ha ha, oh Y/N. You're so silly, of course we're dating. She is my um, my darling? You could even say I love her." Joji blurted out, resulting in my mother almost doing a somersault across the airport. The smile on her face grew as she wrapped her arms around him and whispered,
"Thank you for loving my daughter."

I let out a mouse like squeak over this moment, my father looked down at Joji with a look only Satan could make. Walking to car was an awkward experience already, but the amount of times me and Joji had to make up stories about our relationship on the spot was beyond stressful.
       Strolling behind them with nervous looks on our faces as my parents began to slowly fall in love with the guy.
       "So George, what do you actually do? Y/N said you film." My dad asked him with a deadly tone in his voice.
      Joji began to choke on his own words, being asked the fatal question when you're an offensive YouTuber. "What's do you do for work?" He rambled about the music he made and cut out everything involving Filthy Frank.
       Once we were in the car my father, who seems very bold today asked,
"Please don't tell me you don't smoke in front of my daughter."  Probably after smelling his dominating cigarette smell.
      Joji quickly answered with a simple "No, never" resulting in me getting flash backs to every moment in which Joji blew cigarette clouds in my face. We sat in the back seat, as the radio station played its generic music. Everything was sorta quiet. Until Joji started showing me clips of Vomit Cake.
       A video that makes me gag uncontrollably, I've asked him millions of time to reframe from shoving Maxmoefoes vomit into my face. Yet all I heard was the sound of him gagging on to a cake pan. It's resulted in me gagging, frightening my parents as my mom turns around to see Joji giggling radically.
        The glare she gave Joji caused him to quickly tense up, as he kept silent for the next few minutes. He played around with my fingers as my parents made small talk. He would occasionally point at the little things we saw as we drove by. He remained shy and timid the entire ride, scared to upset my mom again.
         He rested his head on my shoulder, and began to slowly fall asleep. My mom noticed through the rear view mirror later on. Taking a photo of us dosed off. Snoring yet he still had grasped my fingers, breathing softly.

Sorry for the later updates, I usually mass upload. But I've been unprepared and sloppy once again. But here. I didn't wanna do a (BT). Because who really wants a (BT) :)