R5 Imagines

Rocky

You come home from a day at work that seemed never-ending. You and Rocky, your boyfriend, finally had a whole week of vacation! You both agreed to get out of the house and go on a road trip. "Rock I'm home." You yell through the house. He walks of your guys' shared bedroom with 2 suitcases behind him. 'Got everything, lets go!' He smiles, walking passed you to the car, giving you a quick kiss on the way. You change your clothes and hop into the car with Rocky. ~~~ About an hour into the trip, Rocky yawns and rubs his eyes a little. "You want me to drive?" You ask. "No, you're not driving." He looks over at you for a second. "I'm not that bad of a driver!" You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Once again, he yawns. "Rocky, pull over at the next rest stop or I'm not kissing you for a week." 20 minutes later, you were in the driver's seat, Rocky in the passenger with his eyes closed. "We're gonna die. We're going to die." He repeats. "We'll be fine." You tell him. After a few minutes you look over at him, his eyes are closed with his head up against the seat, holding on to the door handle. "Everything alright babe?" You ask him. "Yeah, just great." He mumbles. Once again, you ask. "Are you sure you feel okay?" "Yeah, just a little car sick." He speaks quietly. "If you throw up in my car, bad things are going to happen." You laugh lightly. Another 10 minutes or so pass by. "Rock do you need me to pull over?" He shakes his head no slowly. "Rocky are you sure?" "Not really." He mumbles, and he puffs out his cheeks. At the sight of that, you pull over as soon as your able to. "Maybe I should have let you drive."