Hey guys sorry this took so long and isn't all to good but I've been really short on ideas lately, I have the story planned and all its just my writing has seemed to lost ideas and creativity lately. Anyways hope you enjoy also do you like the new title picture?
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You looked up at the triumphant Al then over at the frustrated Oliver. You gave Oliver a small apologetic smile "let's get going frenchie we wanna be going to destination C" Al grinned only to receive an ice-cold glare from the French man. "Matt take the wheel" François grunted they quickly changed spots, then they were on their way once more. (F/N) sunk into Al becoming quite tired.
Arms snaked round her waist causing her to squeak in surprise; matt took his eyes off the road. Everyone turned to give Al a glare "What! I've done nothing" he scowled at them. "You better not have!" Matt growled turning his gaze back on the road. François clicked open the glove department and pulled out a flask he poped it open and started siping at the contense, the smell of alcohol filled the car causing two to scrunch up their noses in disgust. (F/N) coverd her nose with her hand, not use to the overly strong scent. Oliver rolled down his window knowing François wouldn't give up his liquor.
"don't like the smell doll?" Al whispered into her ear making her jump away a bit but soon enough she anwsered with a nod. "here" he dropped a small pouch on her lap she picked it up giving him a questioning raise of her eyebrow. "it's lavender poppet~" Oliver anwsered for him as he had been watching the two the whole time.
"I put it in his pocket when ever he's round mine to cover up that horrid smell on his Jacket " Oliver smiled as she sniffled at the lavender pouch with a small smile. " Yeh whatever..." Al huffed at the brit, "cheers Al" she smiled taking in the lovely scent as it made her feel drowsey.
Different pov: You where almost alseep when you felt your top being lifted up and cold finger touch your stomach "Ah!" you jumped in fright hitting your head on the car roof.
" Ouch !" you hissed holding your head. "Allen!" Oliver's voice scolded as yet again you changed seats. "Hey! Give (nickname) back!" you rubbed at your head trying to soothe the pain as your eyes where still snap shut. "No! Not intill you learn to be a gentlemen!" you could practically hear Oliver pouting in disappointment. You slowly opened your eyes to be meet with those of light electric blue." Are you alright poppet? " he worriedly qouestioned rubbing at where you banged your head "Just swell..." you replyed scastically through gritted teeth.
"Awrh poppet~ I was only asking" he sighed sadness gracing his words as guilt rose over you "sorry" you aplogized with a pout, only to get pulled into a bone crushing hug. "You're so cute~" he cooed "O-oliver, i-i need a-air" you coughed . "Oh sorry poppet~ I just coulden't help myself~" he pulled you away grinning his signature grin, you smiled back at him.
Then remembering how you go hurt in the first place, you turned your head to the American looking past your unconscious sister you glared draggers at him , he flinched back "WHAt!?" he grunted crossing his arms and stropping once more, you rolled your eyes at him to tired to try and reason at this point.
After a while your eyelids became weary with the craving of sleep, but everytime you almost did you would wake your self up secounds later, this repeated for a while; there were to many questions and worries racing through you mind to allow you just to drift off.
"Poppet go to sleep~" Oiver's voice sweetly suggested. you shook your head rebeliously not wanting to give in just yet, you heard a faint sigh as you where pushed backwards onto Oliver's chest ; a yawn escaping your lips "sleep love, you'll need it" he soothingly whispered, your eyes lids fell as you laid your head back you gave him a small hum in response as you gave in, the peaceful, blissfulness of sleep took over as all your worries seemed to disappear.
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