connor: "let's just try this one more time. foot on the brake, put it in drive." you did as you were told, already fed up with connor's so called 'driving lesson.' you'd been sitting in an empty parking lot for over an hour and had barely moved. every time you tried, you and connor just ended up fighting.
"doing it one more time isn't going to change anything," you muttered under your breath, but did as he said. you were tired and starving. when you brought up driving, he eagerly offered to teach you, and to be honest, you thought it would be fun. it turned out to be anything but. lightly pressing the break, you put the car into drive and sat patiently, waiting for his next instruction.
"good. alright, ease off the brake, both hands on the wheel. when you start to move, easy on the gas." you did as he said, and thought that you were doing fine, until he let out a sigh.
"what?"
"you're going slower than a snail. you can pick it up a little bit."
"last time i did, you said i was going too fast," you said through gritted teeth.
"well you don't need to go two miles an hour." by this time, you were completely fed up with this. switching to the brake, you stopped and put the car in park, one of the very few things you had actually learned during this driving lesson. "(y/n), what are you..." before he could finish, you slammed the driver's side door, walking over and opening the passenger door.
"get out," you told him. "obviously you're not happy with my driving, so i'll just let you do it. my dad will teach me."
"what? no, you just started..."
"we've been out here an hour and i've only moved three feet. connor, this isn't working. i'm tired, hungry, and i want to go home. all we've been doing is fighting, and it's exhausting. i don't' want a stupid driving lesson to ruin our relationship."
"you think this would ruin us?" he asked, looking like a puppy that'd just been kicked.
"well, it's certainly not doing us a lot of good," you replied. "look, can you please just take me home?"
"no, we obviously need to talk about this," he said, getting out and shutting the passenger door. facing you, he crossed his arms over his chest. "what's up?" biting your tongue, you looked at your feet, not wanting to meet his eyes. "(y/n)."
"do you even want to teach me how to drive? because that's not the vibe i'm getting," you snapped. "you seem nothing but annoyed. everything i do is wrong to you."
"of course i want to teach you..."
"you sure about that?" you bore your eyes into his as harshly as you could. he sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair.
"yes, i'm sure," he replied. "i'm sorry. i don't mean to be like this. i'm just worried about you."
"worried? why?" you asked, keeping your guard up, but softening slightly at his tone.
"because. teaching you how to drive means that you're going to be out on the road, where accidents happen, and i just don't want you to get hurt," he admitted. "there's a lot of idiots on the road."
sighing, you let your guard down and reached for his hands. "i know that, connor. but you can't protect me forever. i'll be fine. all i can do is be as cautious as i can be."
"i'm sorry," he repeated. "why don't we call it quits for the day? i'll take you to dinner?" you nodded and he kissed your forehead, pulling you in for a tight hug.
