Violentine Oneshots

BYOCH

A/N: Happy Weed Wednesday   

"Where's your cowboy hat?"

Violet glared to the dark haired boy in the passenger seat, climbing into the car with only a brief nod towards the three in the back. "Why do you care?"

Louis gasped. "Its a rodeo themed party! Did you not see Willy's invitations?? BYOCH! Bring your own cowboy hat!"

Violet's eyes rolled into the back of her head, only turning to her left at a nudge from none other than her girlfriend. Raising an eyebrow, Violet took the spare hat from Clementine's grasp, defeatedly putting it on her head. 

"This is for Willy. Not because you told me to put it on."

"We all know it was for me, and may I just say i am honore- HEY!"

Violet couldn't help but grin as she stole the hat off the boys head, throwing it to Brody and Mitch in the backseats. She could only assume the utterly annoyed look Aasim had on his face from the seat next to them. 

"Gimme my hat back, Jordan," Louis quoted, Violet's eyebrows furrowing. 

"Seatbelts?" Marlon asked, glancing into the mirror, getting no response other than Louis' antics.

"DO YOU WANNA GO SEE UNCLE KRACKER OR NO??" Violet watched the hat fly past her as Mitch threw it forwards, a shut up falling from his lips as Louis dramatically gasped, raising an arm as if he was going to fight his window.

"How much meth did you snort." Aasim grumbled, Clementine turning with a smile to see the glaring boy.

"Ah! Silly Aasim. Meth is for Mondays. Today is Coke Saturday!" 

"Jesus Christ."

Violet couldn't help the giggle that slipped past her lips, seeing Louis smile out of the corner of her eye. Her hand reached over, grabbing Clementine's hand, interlacing their fingers. As Marlon rounded a corner, Louis grabbed at the aux cord, plugging in his phone as he presumably searched for a song to play. 

Violet turned to Clementine, tuning out the voices from behind as they started a conversation with the front seat. Clementine met her eyes, furrowing her eyebrows in silent question. Violet shrugged, mouthing.

"I love you."

Clementine's cheeks flared slightly at the nonverbal gesture, mouthing back her response.

"I love you too,"

"LOUIS WE ARE NOT LISTENING TO LIL NAS X FOR FORTY MINUTES UNTIL WE GET TO WILLY'S PARTY."

"THAT WASN'T VERY OLD TOWN ROAD OF YOU TO SAY, AASIM,"