❝traffic's backed up from corner to corner
so i guess i'll hit the highway, the highway.❞
grayson groaned, resting his forehead on the steering wheel of his car. he really wished he had left david's house earlier, because now he was stuck in eight a.m. traffic.
he huffed, backing up and doing a quick u-turn. all he wanted was a damn happy meal, he didn't ask to be stuck in traffic.
that and he needs to buy air freshener because damn his car still smelt like marijuana.
his mother would not be pleased at all, but that was already obvious.
why am i such an idiot? grayson thought to himself, stepping on the gas once reaching the highway. he knew his parents were over controlling, but he just wanted to have some fun.
♡☆♡
don't we all wanna have some fun?
thoughts?
sorry if it's bad.
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8TEEN ♡grethan♡
Fanfikce❝because i'm eighteen, and i still live with my parents.❞ ♡lowercase intended♡ side pairings = ♡liza koshy×david dobrik♡
