Disclaimer: TVD is not owned by me. A/N: Written for the amusement of my readers and myself. Learner Driver AU. Ever wondered who taught Kol how to drive after being in a coffin for 100 years?
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"It's not my fault nobody taught me how to drive!" Kol slammed his foot against the accelerator and hurtled them down the motorway ten kilometres over the speed limit. Jeremy held onto his jeep, with the sun glaring down and exhaust fumes, it was a beautiful Sunday drive, not. An oil-tanker started honking them off the road. Jeremy looked over his shoulder to see whether his bumper was still attached and witnessed his dog, Napoleon, grinning into the wind, at least one of them was having a good time.
"Just ease into the acceleration-"
The car jerked forward and Kol swerved when the oil-tanker overtook them. Jeremy's shouting didn't seem to be helping and neither was his attempts to grab the wheel.
"Break! That red light means stop."
"We didn't have these strict rules back in the 12th Century."
Jeremy held his tongue from retorting a comment that would have them discussing pros and cons of cars. He just wanted to make it to the dorms alive. Napoleon barked suddenly, saying hello to a German Shepherd beside them. Kol adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, and grinned nervously.
"Stop flirting - the light went green five seconds ago!"
"Bossy!" Kol muttered, missing the accelerator and rolling backwards, so the cars behind honked loudly. "You know you should really try to relax,' he said, like it was physically possible to relax when Kol was driving. Jeremy ran a nervous hand through his sweaty hair and directed to the nearest exit.
Kol nearly missed the turn off and ran over the witches hats, immediately reminded of Bonnie.
"She call you, yet?" He asked, dropping one arm out the window and driving with one hand.
"No, and I don't want to talk about it," Jeremy said, constantly ready to correct the wheel.
"About the break-up or about her?" Kol asked.
"Both," He said.
"Well, you can't ignore her forever."
"No, but you're doing a pretty good job of distracting me with your abysmal driving!"
"Sorry, but, this is harder than riding a bike."
Kol flew over the speed bump and Jeremy thought they had left an airfield. They soared in the air and hit the road with a smack. "My bumper better still be attached when we get home," Jeremy said, anxiously. "Oh stop being a party-pooper, Gilbert! I'll get you there."
"As long as it's not in pieces," Jeremy murmured. Kol narrowed his eyes, he'd had enough of the bad-driving jokes. Napoleon touched his shoulder, drool gathered on his shirt. Jeremy Gilbert had everything he ever wanted and now, so did he.
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