Teaching Jerome how to drive is as chaotic as it sounds.

Song Inspiration: Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) by My Chemical Romance

You sat in the car and it was very clear that you were extremely nervous. It wasn't being in the passenger seat of your car that made you uneasy, it was more who was in the driver's seat. The ginger, on the other hand, was very excited.

"Ya look a little uneasy, doll." Jerome looked at you with a huge grin on his face. "I'm sure I'm a natural."

"Yeah...we'll see," you mumbled, "no offense, babe but I don't really see you as a good driver right away. You're a bit too unpredictable for that."

"Oh, I'm wounded." Jerome cackled.

"Well at least we're in a parking lot," you deadpanned, "let's start off slow, alright?"

"Boring."

"Jerome, damn it I'm not playing!"

The ginger laughed and shook his head. "Alright! Starting off slow. Got it. Hey, _. When is a car not a car?"

You looked at him and furrowed your brow.

"When it turns into a driveway."

It took you a few seconds before you snorted loudly. "Wow. I hate you," you covered your mouth as you laughed. "Just drive up to that pole okay? And don't-"

Before you could tell Jerome not to floor it, he did just that, making you fly back in your seat.

"JEROME!"

He slammed on the brakes and looked at you as lurched forward from the sudden stop, cursing loudly.

"How was that?"

"Not slow." You snapped, "I said slow."

"Right, then let's start over. Press on the brake pedal to switch gears, right?" He already put the car in reverse as he asked the question and went zooming backward before you could answer. You already knew agreeing to do this would be a bad idea but not this bad.

"Jerome. Slow."

"Alright, alright." The ginger finally complied and didn't do half bad either. You started to relax a bit.

"Much better. Now reverse again but slower. Try going straight back."

Luckily for you, he wasn't as reckless as you first thought he would be.

"We're not dead yet, so that's good."

"Have a little faith, _." Jerome smiled at you.

"Well, you proved me wrong, ginger. Now just-"

"I did always wonder how fast your car could go though."

You paused and looked at Jerome. He was already looking straight at you with that mischevious look in his green eyes you were so used to. Your eyes narrowed.

"Jerome."

"_."

"Don't-"

"What has four wheels and flies?"

"Jerome-"

"A garbage truck."

You chuckled a little but tried to be serious again, "you're not speeding in my car through this parking lot."

"...You're right."

You let out a relieved huff.

"Not through the parking lot. That's too boring."

"What? Hey-HOLY SHIT!" You gripped the bottom of your seat with one hand and the handle on the roof of your car with the other as Jerome sped out on the parking lot and into traffic. Your seatbelt suddenly wasn't tight enough for your liking and despite how loud you were screaming, it seemed like Jerome's laughter drowned you out.

The ginger leaned forward a bit as he weaved through cars and basically drifted around corners. He almost ran into people and even drove some cars off the road to avoid being hit. "This is just like a video game!" he exclaimed, in a fit of giggles.

You couldn't make a witty remark fast enough before you were screaming again. You realized he was looking right at you while laughing. "WATCH THE ROAD! WATCH THE ROAD!"

You ended up covering your face for the rest of the "joy ride". Once you finally felt the car stop, you peeked from behind your hands to see that he drove back to the parking lot he started in. You felt like melting in your seat.

"See? Still in one piece." Jerome cooed.

"Barely!" You swatted his arm repeatedly as he laughed. "Never do that again! I could've fuckin' died!"

"Come on, _," the ginger grabbed your hands and leaned in closer. Your cheeks heated up but you still held your glare, "live a little."

"When you wanted me to teach you how to drive, I didn't expect you to go Midnight Club on me." You sighed as he chuckled.

"What can I say? I love that game."

"Yeah, yeah. Well, nothing like fearing for your life to work up an appetite. Chick-Fil-A?"

"You bet!" Jerome was about to start the car again but you grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Hell no."

"Buzzkill."