Peter Scanavino Imagines!

Heated Car Journey Home!

You & Dominick were on your way back home to your shared apartment in New York City, after driving all the way to New Jersey for the day, to which had been a planned day out together weeks in advanced, due to both your hectic work schedules.

You had planned on going on a lovingly shopping spree together, to take both your minds off of work, to which the entire day had gone perfectly okay, in which you both started heading back towards the car around about 5pm, in regards to both of you getting tired, especially since you had both been on your feet a majority of the day shopping together, sightseeing & grabbing a bite to eat as well.

But that wasn't untill you had both finally got back in the car, to which Dominick had somehow got you both completely & utterly lost, despite his claims of him apparently listening & following the GPS directions accordingly.

You both estimated that the drive all the way back to New York City from New Jersey itself would be around 2 hours roughly, depending on how heavy the traffic was as well, but you immediately knew that you & Dominick weren't getting home in record time, especially since you had absolutely no idea as to where you both even were for that matter of fact.

Despite Dominick argumentatively explaining to you that he had fully listened to the GPS, he still ended up turning off a roundabout somewhere wrong, to which lead you both completely stranded somewhere on the motorway.

He immediately pulled off the motorway to one side of the main road & frustratedly parked the car to a halt.

But seconds later, he made you jump out of your skin, especially when he aggressively hit the car horn with a rolled up fist he had made seconds earlier, prior to the current heated moment between the two of you in the car, only to notice the warning petrol light constantly flashing red.

Sonny: Fucking brilliant! (he slammed his rolled up fist back into the car horn, making it go off again)

All you wanted to do in that very moment, was to just get out of the stuffy car, in wanting some fresh air to calm yourself down, just incase you legitimately said something to him, that you would later on regret.

But instead, you hesitantly grabbed the atlas/map out of the glove compartment & started swearing at him, for getting you both utterly lost.

Y/n: How on earth did you bloody get us lost? Huh? Weren't you listening to the god damn GPS? (you frustratedly turned your head & screamed at him)

Sonny: Look, I'm sorry okay?! So quit your yelling! (he practically raised his voice, shouting back at you)

Y/N: I wouldn't be fucking yelling, if you hadn't of got us fucking lost! (you continued screaming, shaking your head in utter disbelief)

Sonny: Will you just shut up for a minute, doll! I can't bloody hear myself think! (he yelled back again, getting even more frustrated)

Y/n: Your unbelievable! (you angrily scoffed, shaking your head once again)

The tension between the two of you in the car wasn't going to ease anytime soon & you both knew full well it wouldn't, especially since you were both lost & low on petrol for that matter of fact.

So after a few hardened minutes had ultimately passed, Dominick reluctantly kept his calm before he ended up saying something he probably would also regret.

You took a deep breathe yourself, as you hesitantly scanned across the atlas/map that you had in your hands, hoping to find where you both currently were, in hope of getting back on track of finally getting home.

Seconds later, you started mumbling directions to Dominick, in hope that he would listen to your route of getting it right this time round, in finding your way back onto the main motorway.