This Is Tiring
So I've been working on a Marvel fic for a while now and somehow I still end up writing my cutest ideas for a ship that hasn't sailed in 4 years. Figures.
This idea came to me while I was staring at the super moon the other night. They call it the super moon for a reason- not because of its close proximity to Earth, making it appear larger and the tides more intense, but it cures writer's block.
Idek anymore, just go with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything…sigh…I guess the super moon isn't all THAT super after all
ENJOY
Sonny POV
Once upon a time, my lovely long-ish-time boyfriend took me on a fantastic weekend trip to San had a magical, yet short three days and were a little less than pumped for a long drive back to the superficial town of Hollywood.
Chad, of course, had insisted on driving us there in his prized possession, a white Jaguar that is still fairly young. He also insisted on listening to his awkward mix of overplayed mainstream and slow, early 2000's music selection. Therefore, 45 minutes into the trip, I sneakily leaned my head onto my right hand, of which was holding an earphone playing the Vamps and Cher Lloyd.
"Love this song," He said as another slower one started and we passed a semi-truck.
I stared down the giant vehicle, "Me too," and by that, I mean Cher's new album.
It took the most focus I had ever given anything to resist tapping my feet or fingers to the beat of the music I was listening too. The poor kid doesn't even know how perfectly mainstream his music taste is.
"You're being oddly quiet," Chad's bright blue eyes looked over suspiciously at me.
I gave him the same look, "I'm just tired," I leaned my head back into my earphone.
"Mhmm."
I rolled my eyes and smiled. He's onto me.
Mere seconds later, there was a loud boom, and I had to have faster-than-cat-like-reflexes to jerk my head up before it hit the window, "Oh my gosh," I tried to regain head balance.
"Shoot," choice words, Cooper, "Blew a tire."
He quickly pulled over onto the side of the highway and got out of the car. Not about to miss any action, I struggled to rapidly pull off my soft Wisconsin blanket and pause the playlist on my phone before stepping out as well.
I pushed my black hair to the back of my shoulder and watched Chad stare at the flat tire with disappointment.
"It's a goner," I crossed my arms.
"No kidding," He ran his fingers over the mysterious tear in the tire, "Now what?"
"You're gonna change it, right?" Radio silence from Chad. As if on cue, my eyes squinted and my head tilted and turned his way, all the while my lips formed into a smirk.
He caught my eye, "What?"
I gasped, "You don't know how to change a tire," his face went red as I laughed and laughed, "That's so sad, and kind of adorable."
"I- I mean I-" he looked beyond embarrassed at my mockery. I stopped laughing once he looked genuinely offended, "Really Sonny, really?"
"Sorry," I waved off my laughter and tried to get my breathing pattern back to normal, "But seriously, you have no idea how to change a tire?"
He shook his head, "When I was young it was all acting, all the time."
I raised a brow, "But your parents let you buy your own cars… without knowing a single thing about them…" I couldn't decide whether I wanted that to be a question or a statement. Changing the downer mood, I smirked and flipped my hair, "It's your lucky day."
Chad looked down at his flattening tire and then and then back over at me, with his eyes squinted, "Really?"
Let me finish, Cooper, "Because not only is your girlfriend pretty and talented," but don't push it, Munroe, "But she also knows how to change a tire."
A look of relief flooded over my sad little boyfriend's face and he held up a hand to high five me, "I knew you were good for something," he said after my hand slapped his and I frowned, "Kidding, totally kidding… for a comedian, you don't seem to get my jokes all that well."
"What does that say about your jokes then?" my frown disappeared, "pop the trunk," I told him.
I pushed our luggage out of the way to retrieve the tools necessary to change the tire. There isn't any way I'm letting Chad live this down.
I kneeled down on the ground after smoothing my soft, marshmallow white shirt, to begin cranking the car up. I used every *muscle* in my arms to raise the back right of the car off the ground.
Chad squatted down beside me, "I wanna help."
I pushed my hair out of my face and watched his face as he processed what he said, "That could have been phrase a whole lot better," I turned back to my project.
"What I meant," He sighed and it made me smile, "was, how can I help… darling?" nice finish.
"You may hold the lug nuts," I smirked yet again and handed him a cold, silver chunk of metal, "Thanks, sweetie."
He shook his head, "My pleasure."
Cars and trucks whizzed past us as I silently slipped off the flat and picked up the smaller, newer tire. When trying to fit it on, my arms finally realized how weak they actually are and I stood up to violently kick the tire into proper position.
"Violence is not the answer, Sonny," Chad laughed at my misadventures of changing his tire.
I looked up at him and gave him the most dead serious face I could muster up, "Violence is the name of my gang."
His frown returned, "Do not even joke about that."
I attempted to gape but a smile succumbed to my face instead, "I could totally be in a gang," I gestured to my handy job as a tire changer.
"Mechanics has nothing to do with it," He rubbed a lug nut between his fingers.
"I could be in a gang," I mumbled, snatching the lug nut from his fingers.
"This, coming from a girl who prefers to be called Sonny," my *lovely* boyfriend pointed out.
I let my hands rest for a minute, "Can you do me another favor?"
"Sure, what do you need?"
Now this is the boyfriend I signed up for.
Well, I didn't exactly sign up.
I was mind-gamed into this perfect mess of a relationship.
"Get my purse," My current prized possession, a sky blue, tall Prada bag that I saved up for for a month. Chad returned to my side with my purse in hand like the faithful servant I am determined to make him.
He looked at me, down at the purse, then back at me, "My mom told me never to go through a woman's purse," I could see the nervousness surging through his crystal, sparkly blue eyes.
"I'm hereby giving you permission," I can't stop smiling at this current situation, "There's nothing in there that will scare you," I reassured him.
Unless you're scared of tampons.
"K," He stated and his eyes calmed their storm.
"There should be a package of tissues in there," I said.
He rummaged, "Headphones right at the top…" He looked up and narrowed his eyes, and I shrugged, acting like I had no idea how they got there, "Got them," Chad pulled out a small, pink plastic rectangle that I had packed in case my allergies flared.
"Blot my forehead please," I leaned my head up and smiled. I'm currently giving the phrase 'hot mess' a whole new meaning.
"Happily," He pulled a tissue out.
Once my sweaty mess was sorted out, along with putting the Jaguar back on all four wheels, I took another tissue to wipe some dirt off of my finger tips, "You're the best."
"No," He stood up and put the flat tire in the trunk of his car, joining all the tools, "You're the best."
"I was hoping you would say that," I flipped my hair yet again.
"Not gonna lie to you," Chad slammed the trunk shut and walked back over to me, "That was really hot."
I think every woman in the world just simultaneously rolled their eyes.
Men.
"Are you speaking in reference to the fact I just sweat more than when I worked on a farm in the summer," I stood up and raised a brow when our eyes connected, "Or the fact that I just changed your tire like a boss?" I held my hand out.
His goofy smile turned into genuine awe and he high fived my waist-height outstretched palm, "You're a smart girl, I think you know the answer," My eyes motioned down to my still extended hand, "What?"
"Keys," I tried to sound less demanding than I was actually being.
He gasped, "My baby," Chad cuddled his keys.
"My fix," I gave my head a slight tilt, not breaking the raised brow facial expression, "And you can't drive over 50 miles or 50 miles per hour with this spare."
He considered it for a second, sneaking a glance at his beautiful car, and then one at his beautiful girlfriend.
"I'm intrigued," He dropped the keys in my hand. My face instantly lit up in another smile and I immediately spun on my foot to go to the driver's seat.
Cheating on my Audi with a Jaguar…this is gonna be fun.
I put on my black cat eye sunglasses so that I could have the full experience, "Plug my phone in," so demanding, I am…
The best part about this is that Chad is complying with all of my demands.
The sound of the Jaguar's engine wasn't as gratifying as my Audi's, but it was pretty damn close.
"You so weren't listening to my music earlier," Chad gaped when we unlocked my phone to reveal that I had been jamming to MFPOTY by Cher Lloyd earlier.
I shook my head before checking my blind spot in order to pull back out onto the road, "Your music bores me."
"Ruuuuuude," Chad flipped through my playlists and started laughing, "Feminism FTW? Really, Sonny?"
I flashbacked to me and Tawni trying to lift Zora's spirits when she was down about the boy she liked telling her that she wasn't as great at parkour as he was.
"Turn it on," I smiled, looking forward to feeling even more empowered than I already was.
"Why?"
I knew the answer to this question- it's the same answer every time, regardless of the situation, "You know you want to."
"That's true," He pressed shuffle and the sound of sirens filled the small vehicle, and when the trumpets commenced he looked back over at me, "I'm gonna regret this, won't I?"
Ladies all across the world, listen up we're looking for recruits
If you're with me, let me see your hands, stand up and salute
"Yes, yes I will," He confirmed. This kid is the greatest.
"Can you find the nearest place with a mechanic, please?" I used my polite words this time to sense the urgency. This car definitely wasn't going to make it back to Hollywood without a newer, more durable tire.
It took Chad until the next song (Superhero by Cher Lloyd…what a tune) to narrow his search, "5 exits away, and 3 miles when you turn left."
He then turned his phone my way, "What are you doing?" I laughed at his weirdness.
"Documenting this special event in time," He answered.
"You're ridiculous," I rolled my eyes and focused back on the road.
He pressed a couple more buttons on his phone before balancing it in his hands and gazing back over at me, "You look like such a badass right now."
"I am one," I reminded him and kept up my Black Widow-esque act. Independent. Determined. Perfect eyebrows.
"You're too great," Chad laughed pulling his phone down to scan the video. I shook my head at him and smiled, glancing for a second at the sun which looked ready to start its set for the day.
"I know," I sighed. I guess internal empowerment comes out a bit arrogant externally.
Who cares? I'm not ragging on myself for once.
"Alright, there's room for one more," Chad said, "Give me your best sass for this one."
"Ok Marshall," I acknowledged his director-like attitude.
"Not that you need any practice," He laughed and balanced his phone again, "Sonny, you drive really slow."
"Yeah but you ugly," I burst out laughing within the first millisecond of that flying out of my mouth, "I'm sorry, ohmygod, I'm so sorry," I said between breaths.
He tried his best to not laugh, but I totally saw the smile forming on his lips, "It's too late for that, it's already on the internet. I guess we're even."
I shrugged, "Truce…Now put on some Vamps."
A minute later, I pulled off onto an exit so that we could get back to the reality of our situation, "Go left at the light, and then I have to figure out what side of the road this place is on."
"Got it," I eased onto the brake as we neared the stoplight at the end of the exit. I hummed to "High Hopes" as I drove the Jaguar down the road, which slowly but surely became more and more wooded, "Wanna hear something kind of stupid?"
"Always," Chad looked up from his phone.
"This is totally our song," I blurt out as the second verse was about to begin. It was a thought that I'd had in my head for a couple of months, and I felt that now I was forcing him to listen to it, I might as well tell him anyways.
I could move in with you, we could get married too
Go on our honeymoon, maybe we should finish this coffee first.
"You're adorable," He put his feet up on the dash and from the corner of my eye, I could see him grinning my way, "And also a badass."
"How do I do it?" I laughed.
"Up here on the right," Chad pointed to basically a bunch of trees until I saw a faint light, "Not that it would apparently be anything else."
The small shop was isolated in the darkening woods, "How sketchy is this?" I elongated every word as I drove the car into the parking lot.
"We're about to find out," Chad opened the passenger door.
I turned the car off and fixed my hair as I popped out of the car. Chad waited for me to reach his side of the car so that he could take my hand and bestow upon me my Prada bag. I, on the other hand, gave him his dearly loved keys back, "I'm gonna get you a So Random! key chain for those."
"Ditto," Chad refuted, "But the Falls, of course," Duh. The store was as deserted as the road through the woods was, the only person there was a bearded man behind the counter.
All the serial killers had beards, right?
"Evenin'" The older man acknowledged us when we were about halfway to the counter, "How can I be of assistance?"
"We need a tire," Chad snorted a laugh at the memory of me changing his tire while simultaneously mocking him.
"Tires we've got," The man stroked his beard. Like every serial killer with a beard would, "What type of car are we looking at?"
"2014 Jaguar F-type," Chad listed out some more information, while I stayed about a step behind him, more importantly, I was about four steps away from the counter. Four steps and a man larger than I can buy some time.
Don't be a baby.
"You must be the youngest man I've ever helped with a Jag," The man clicked away on his computer.
Chad gazed out at his baby, "Worked hard for it."
"That's why you're dating him, ain't it?" The man looked up from his computer and straight at me, me who was not prepared at all.
My eyes instinctively slid over to my favorite familiar blue ones, "Unfortunately, no."
Chad gave me a genuine smile, sensing my nervousness, and rubbed my back. I simply leaned into his left arm, inhaling his obnoxiously expensive cologne.
"Alright young man, I have good news and bad news," Bearded man looked up from his ancient computer screen, "Bad news is that we don't have a tire that will fit your car right now, but the good news is that, coincidentally, we have a shipment coming in tomorrow afternoon that actually has the type you need."
My heart sank a little. I was really looking forward to seeing my mom and sleeping in my own bed that night.
"Is there anywhere else around here that would have it?" Chad continued rubbing my back.
The man shook his head, "Not for a couple of towns over. Even so, I don't have any tires that would be able to substitute until you made it that far. Closest thing I've got to a Jag is one for an Audi."
I lifted my head off of Chad's arm and gave him the most disapproving look I think I've ever given. Ever.
Beard man saw my look, "Don't tell me you've got an Audi?" I nodded, "Kids and their expensive cars these days… Well, anyways, there's a motel and some fast food about two miles up the road here, if you kids plan to stick around for the night. Shipment should be here by noon tomorrow."
We both gave each other the same 'this sucks' look while sulking back to the front door of the small shop. Chad opened the door, like the gentleman I've made him be, and held his keys in front of my face, "You drive."
I crossed my arms, "But I thought you di-"
"It's fun when you drive," He dropped the keys and I caught them, and we never broke eye contact. I spun on my heel (er- rather, my flip flop) and waltzed back to the Jaguar, happily restarting the engine, "This means I get to drive your R8, right?"
I knew there was a catch, "Not if you're gonna pop my tire as badly as you busted yours."
Driving on the isolated road through the isolated forest, I suddenly had a vision (Raven, is that you?) of Chad's Jaguar and my gorgeous Audi parked next to each other in a garage, then my brain panned out onto a beautiful, yet a bit too large for my taking, house with a long driveway.
I snapped out of it when we approached a clearing with a Taco Bell and a small motel and a couple of your standard shops before another stretch of woods.
The 3 teenage workers in Taco Bell were delighted to see famous faces from their favorite shows in their restaurant, and I was delighted to have real(-ish) food for the first time since the morning. However, we were a little less than delighted to stay in a motel with a flickering sign and views only of the woods.
As I waited for Chad to pop the trunk, I scanned the parking lot for anything suspicious looking.
That's right. I was being the great girlfriend I am and looking out for both of our safety.
So, naturally, Chad jumps up out of nowhere to scare me.
"Ohmygod," I gasp and almost scream, when I realize it's just the jerkface. He starts laughing at me (so this is what it's like on the other side) and I hit his arm with my Prada bag, "That's not funny," I whine.
"You're so paranoid," He continues laughing, "It's fine, we're perfectly safe…but either way take all of your stuff in."
"Good thing you'll carry it all for me," I hand him my purple floral duffel bag and pillow.
"Right," He nods an apology and I close the trunk.
I walk a lot faster than my usual stroll to the door, "Jerks first," I open the front glass door for my pack mule boyfriend. He sets all of our bags in the extensive waiting area- two wooden chairs with old pink cushions. I opted to sit on our luggage while Chad went up to the desk to get a room.
He rang the assistance bell and waited. I pulled out my phone, deciding that it was probably a good time to inform my mother of the day's happenings and why I'm not home yet and also that I'm not dead.
After a minute with nobody out to help us, Chad rang the bell again. He looked back at me and I shrugged.
"Have you bothered to contact your parents?" I asked, not looking up from my conversation with my mom and Tawni.
"Oh yeah I have a family," He remembered and I snorted. He rang the bell again after I heard his phone send off a few messages, "My mom wants a selfie, smile," He held his phone up so that I was in the frame.
I gave my best hopeful smile for the snap, and then returned to my glowing screen and scrolled through my Flitter feed.
"Is anyone even back there?" I asked in the most monotone voice that I've heard in a while. I want to sleep so badly.
"I have no idea," Chad rang the bell again.
I laughed thinking about a comedian's bit I had watched where he was ringing the assistance bell until the front desk lady got really mad, "Do it to the tune of What Makes You Beautiful," I dared him.
Ding.
Ding ding.
Ding ding.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
I giggled a little and started jamming- without even bothering to stand up from my comfortable position on the luggage, of course.
"WHAT?" We heard a voice yell from the back room around 'everyone else in the room can see it' and I covered my mouth with my hand and silent laughed. This action, earning me a glare from Chad. Priceless.
The lady, who seemed to have just woken from her sleep, gave us a key to our room and sent us off borderline rudely, but it was understandable since we had just torn her from her dreams. Dreams that were probably not about two young adults road tripping.
"Did you see how angry she was?" Chad asked laughing when we got into our room.
I nodded through the tears in my eyes, "That was fantastic," I dropped my bag on the ground, and shook away the laughter, "First thing's first, check for bed bugs."
Chad lifted the corner closest to him and checked for a dirty spot, "I don't see anything, do you?"
I checked the other corners, "Nope," I hopped onto the bed, with my legs crossed, "Now check under the bed and in the closet for dead bodies," I smiled my widest, most irresistible smile.
"Seriously?"
"Yes!" I scooted to the center of my bed, "I've read stories online about people finding bodies underneath their bed in countryside motels and Europe and stuff," I felt disgusted just thinking about it.
"No bugs, no bodies," He sat down at the end of the bed near my foot, "Just us."
I smiled when he stroked my leg a little, and we sat in comfortable silence on our phones for a few minutes. Every once in a while, I would gaze up at the undeniably attractive blonde sitting right at my feet, instinctively caressing me in order to remind me of his presence. Sure, he's a piece of work and was never the type of personality I had in mind when I was little and dreaming up the perfect man, but he's a little more exciting and fresh and different than the other-halves my friends have. Looking at him now, in this grungy, smelly motel, helps me grasp the excitement I have for our future- and God knows how messed up that's bound to be.
"I'm gonna go get changed," I stood up and walked over to my bag, pulling out shorts and digging for a clean-ish shirt to wear to bed.
"Here," Chad pulled an orangey-red shirt out of his bag and tossed it across the room to me.
I looked at the old logo on the front of the shirt, "But it's your favorite."
"Exactly," He grinned over at me.
I resisted any sarcastic comments about how it doesn't match my shorts, "I love you," I grinned back.
"Love you more," He watched me stand up from my sitting position by my bag, "Woah there, this is eye for an eye. I need one of your shirts, love," He smirked.
I picked a black v-neck at the top of my purple bag and threw it at him, "Freak of nature," I stood up and walked past him, ruffling his perfectly done hair in the process.
Tadaaaaaaaaa. Only took me like…12 hours to write with breaks only to eat and once to make fun of my sister. BOOM.
Thanks for reading lovies!
LINZ