Dorming With Dyson(Coming Soon)

"Shut up and drive"

Marcia Grace

It was already the weekend and I couldn't wait to get over with it.

"Is that all you have?" Dyson asks as he places his hand on the trunk and looks over at me, as I glare at him from the bottom of the steps at our building.

Throughout the week I kept telling myself that he wasn't going to come. The night he "self-invited" himself to my parents house for spring break weekend was a disaster. At first I thought he was joking, but when he came in the next day with a bunch of utilities for the so called "road trip" (that's what he called it, although Pennsylvania is only an hour away from New York) I knew I was in deep shit.

I was angry, nervous, and not at all prepared for what would happen this weekend, would my parents like him? Would my brother like him? Oh god I am not at all prepared for this weekend.

"Hello! Earth to Marcia!" Dyson yelled as he hit the top of his trunk repeatedly as he was trying to capture my attention. I lower my gaze to his and mumble a silent no and head my way to his car. Yes his car, I hear him groan as he shuts the trunk down then hops into the drivers seat. I intend not to speak to him at all throughout this ride, better yet throughout this trip.

"Are you ready for our road trip?" Then again he was getting me annoyed with all of this road trip crap.

I turn my head to face him quick as I can be, just in time to catch him buckling his seatbelt. "It's not a road trip, it's only an hour away. Now shut up and drive." Okay, maybe I shouldn't be this mean. But seriously? Who wouldn't.

"Sheesh, okay Miss Feisty pants. Is it that time of the month?" He questions as he starts the car, I roll my eyes and start to buckle my seat belt. As I rest my head back, it isn't long until I hear the soft voice of Rihanna's voice singing, "Shut up and drive". I sigh and look over at Dyson who is driving without a care in the world.

"Really? Must you be so, so" the word I wanted to say wasn't coming out.

"Amazingly intelligent and beautiful?"

"Mm, nope I was thinking more along the lines of annoying, frustrating, annoying again.."

I don't get a reply instantly so I turn my head and look out of the window. I text my brother letting him know I'm on my way, I don't say with who because I'd rather just deal with it in the moment.

A few minutes pass by when I hear Dyson ask, "You really think I'm annoying?" Confused I look over to him and see him staring at me deeply.

I want to say yes to be a smartass but deep down he makes my heart flutter and gives me butterflies. It is both nauseating and very hopeless romantic of me.

Shaking my head lightly, "Nothing I can't handle anymore," I say reluctantly.

"Good, because I'm about to get even more annoying" It's almost as if I can see his smirk even though my eyes are out of the window. I hear him touch a few things and mutter a few curse words until I hear the blasting music of Katy Perry T.G.I.F. I groan and roll my eyes at his attempt to annoy me because I actually like this song. It isn't until I hear him sing along. I almost want to laugh, as I turn over to see him hitting the steering wheel lightly as he bobs his head to side to the music while he sings along. It's actually pretty cute to see him in this state, his natural vulnerable state he may sound like a dying cat but I push all that back and focus on how happy he seems. I smile in awe.

It isn't long lived until we come to a dead stop, I get out of my staring at Dyson all day phase and look around, and what could be worse.

We are stuck in traffic.

"Looks like we're gonna be hear a lonnnnng time, Mar. I hope you have ear muffs" Dyson says.

I raise my eyebrow in confusion and scrunch my eyes together looking at him while he smirks, why would I need ear muffs?

Turning away from him and paying attention to the outside world and staring at people in their cars I start to sulk. We are going to be here for a long time. I text my brother again letting him know that I'll probably be getting there a little since I was stuck in traffic.

It isn't until I hear Burn by Ellie Goulding playing and Dyson again singing along.

He listens to this kind of stuff? I groan and close my eyes and lay my head against the door. He is singing pretty loud.

God, help me.

This is going to be one hell of a ride.