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Shayne wrapped his arms around me, breathing in my scent, before closing the passenger door, walking over to his side. He slid into the car, firmly shutting his door, falling back into his seat with a sigh.

He looked at me. "I hate driving," he told me.

I giggled, leaning over to kiss his nose. "But you're good at it."

He smiled shyly, scratching the back of his neck. "Thanks."

"I mean, I don't really know if you're good at driving because I don't know how, I'm just assuming because we haven't died yet or gotten in an accident or pulled over or something-"

He leaned over, colliding his lips to mine, cutting off my rambling. Surprised at first, I nearly pulled away, but realizing what was happening, I reached out and cupped his cheek, his tongue drifting over my lips gently.

"You ramble too much, doll," he grinned cheekily.

I blushed, glancing down at my lap.

After a while, we were only a few hours away from being out of California.

"I've never been this far from home before," I speculated quietly, feeling his hand reach over to grasp my own resting on the cup holder.

He didn't exactly know what to say, I could tell, but I wouldn't have known what to say either in his position.

Fast forward an hour later, and Shayne had finally given in and let me connect my phone to the aux cord.

De'Wayne Jackson, Top Gun, as he said, wasn't really his style, but as long as I was having fun, it worked.  The song finally ended and it switched to "Baby Boy" by Kevin Abstract.

He seemed to enjoy it, more than the last song at least. 

"What do you like to listen to?" I inquired.

"Stuff like Florence, Sublime," he shrugged, his eyes glued to the road.

"I like some of her music; I'm not really a huge fan," I replied.

"Hm," he responded.  "Oh, and Will Smith.  Love Will Smith."

I giggled. "I think I gathered that from the shrine in your closet."

He looked at me, mock shock coating his face.  "You went in my closet?"

I giggled again, glancing at my phone as the song changed to "Blueberry Fweigo".

"Fe-wee-go?" he asked.

I burst into laughter, giggling as he looked on, confused.

"It's not a released song due to some technical stuff, so people uploaded it illegally to Spotify, and they changed the name," I explained, still giggling.  "Its pronounced Blueberry Fay-go."

He laughed.  "Okay."

Fast forward again...

"Flash, flash, flash photography, don't pretend you ever forgot 'bout me," I sang, extremely off key to "Take Over, The Break's Over" by Fall Out Boy.