Living on a Few Dreams //BajanCanadianxOC Fanfiction//

A Flat Tire

OMG I WROTE SO MANY... THE OTPS IN THIS CHAPTER! LET ME LIST THEM:

MEROME

LOGDOTMU

SKYTATO

SKYLOX

A Little BAJANSORCERER

I am fangirling because I love these ships. I ship Seto and Mitch like hardcore. JK Merome demolishes all.

Anyway, there is a new chapter today! And a new one-shot I wrote! It's called Infinity! Check it out!

Well, that's it. Enjoy the chapter!

Mitch POV

Team Crafted and friends had crowded into Ian's minivan. Surprisingly, the car could fit at least ten fully-grown men: Ian, the driver, and Quentin, in the passenger seat; Jason, Jerome, Tyler, and I squished into the middle row, and Ty, Brotato, Adam, and Seto barely squeezed in the back row.

Five minutes passed since we left the house.

"Are we there yet?!" Brotato shouted.

"Almost!" Ian cried out, not daring to take his eyes off of the road.

I begun chuckling, but Jerome nudged my arm and I stopped immediately.

"One question," Jason whispered to our row specifically, "Why are we all going to the theater?"

Jerome let out a short breath and replied back with complete confidence in his answer, "Cause Mitch is our friend and we wanna get back at that jag for messing with his girl."

"Ah… but why are all of us going?"

"Cause Mitch is our…" Jerome would have repeated his answer, but I placed my hand on his chest. He noticed this notion and paused mid-sentence.

"Are we there yet?!" Brotato shouted yet again from the back row.

"I think so!" Adam yelled along. Two seconds from slapping Brotato across the face, Adam's hand was pulled back by Ty. Ty's elbow hit the side of the car, making all of us shake. I held onto the handle of the door for support. Jerome held tightly onto my arm. I glared over at him, but dared to say anything about his intense grip.

"Are we there yet?" Quentin sarcastically questioned. Everyone, especially Adam, groaned. Instead of being annoyed, Jerome burst out laughing. Seto smirked and tapped me on the shoulder. I spun around to face my friend.

"Seems like Jerome has a new hobby," Seto told me.

I smiled at Jerome being himself and laughing at every little thing. "And what would that be?"

"Messing around with Adam."

Meanwhile, Adam had wrapped the palms of his hands around Jerome's throat. Tyler spent his energy prying the bony fingers off of the neck. Jason stretched around as well trying to help. Brotato struggled to pull Adam back, and Ty had been pushed into the side of the car, looking awfully uncomfortable.

"When are we gonna get to this theater place?!" Ty shouted from his seat, obviously bothered by Adam's reaction to Jerome.

"Guys stop fighting. It was only a joke," Quentin attempted to settle their differences, but his actions only interrupted Ian and brought the car to a sudden halt. We all jolted back, smashing everyone into the back of their seats, including Adam, who jumped at the action. Ty sighed and wiped his forehead. I glanced out the window, questioning why Ian had stopped.