◇ Type: Song Based / Romantic
◇ Published: October 5, 2017
◇ POV: Second Person (you, your)
◇ Warning: None
◇ Word Count: 932
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Once Peter got his permit, he's been taking advantage of Aunt May's car, with Aunt May sitting in passenger of course.
But one afternoon, Peter would sneak out the car from a sleeping aunt and drive to your apartment. He'd drive up to your door on the street and honk on the horn until you opened the door.
You'd find Peter sitting in the driver's seat, passenger window rolled down to look at you more clearer from inside the car.
"Hop in!" Peter exclaims with a sly smirk forming on his face. "Peter you don't have a license!" You'd protest from your door. Peter would scoff shaking his head.
"But I can drive." He replied in a 'matter-of-fact' tone with a shrug. Rolling your eyes, you'd lean on one side of your door frame. "C'mon, (y/n). Don't you just want to drive around?" His voice did sound encouraging. After giving some thought, you'd finally remove yourself from the door frame and join Peter.
As he smiled watching you take a seat next to him in passenger, it became a thing between you two to take drives around New York and just relax together.
"So we're taking the
long way home
cause I don't wanna be
wasting my time alone"
Almost every day after school, before having the chance to get a free ride to your apartment, you and Peter would drive around blocks, watching people pass by and buildings tower over the streets.
It was just only you two together in the car. The radio would either be loud, blasting your guy's favorite songs, or quiet, as you two sat in comfortable silence, watching the world outside.
Sometimes, either one of you would play your favorite songs and dance like no one's watching, other than the other person. One person would watch the other dance and belt out song lyrics in verbatim; at times the melody wouldn't be in key, but neither of you judged.
If Peter was playing his songs, he would be holding the wheel with one hand, dancing with the other as he shamelessly sang the lyrics to you. If you were playing your favorite songs, you'd go into full dance mode, fully aware that maybe some people outside could see you. Peter would watch you with a joyous smile, glancing at your direction while trying to keep his eyes on the road.
"I wanna get lost and
drive forever with you
talkin' about nothing
yeah whatever, baby"
There were other times when neither of you had the energy to dance because of school wearing you both out. Those car rides were a secret favorite of yours. They may not be the energetic and spontaneous ones you have with Peter, but they were quiet and calm.
As Peter would drive down a street, you'd be looking out in front, seeing other cars overtake each other. If Peter was a little too focused on the road, his chest almost flush against the wheel, you'd take a glance to your left.
You'd see Peter gripped onto the wheel as he made a turn, how his eyes went left and right on the street. Sometimes he'd poke his tongue out in concentration and you've noticed it every time Peter had to turn in a big intersection.
Sometimes, Peter would have his moments of road rage. A car would overtake him when he was about to make a right turn. Peter would either curse out the driver, even though only you would be able to hear him, or Peter would get physical.
Peter would let out a groan and slam his hand on the wheel, maybe pushing the horn really loud or in long duration. It would make you laugh, and you noticed that once you let it out, Peter's face almost softened.
While driving down the main road, Peter would be more relaxed. He'd lay back in the seat and have one hand on top of the wheel, or hanging on the bottom. Peter would also drive slowly, because of traffic; sometimes it's was just to spend more time with you.
That was his whole plan. He took the long way home because he didn't want to be separated from you just yet. Peter wanted to be with you as long as he could before he could bring you home.
All this time, you thought it was just a fun thing you two shared, that it was an iconic thing between you two. Peter thought of it as his best days with you. Whatever you two would be doing, he would do his best to get it in his photographic memory because he never wanted to forget.
"And everything's alright
now we're turning off the
headlights, darling
we're just taking it slow"
The saddest part Peter hated to do, but knew he had to, was drive up to your apartment. He knew you had to leave to do homework and get some sleep for the day, but after each little heartbreak, he'd ask you, "So same thing tomorrow?"
You'd smile at Peter as you closed the passenger door. He rolled down the window whilst you slung your bag over your shoulder.
"Definitely."
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◇ Author's Note ◇
This was sort of a sweet, but sad-ish imagine. Hope you guys like it though!! Do you guys want more imagines with this type of feel to them? Or you can always request :)
Song: Long Way Home - 5 Seconds Of Summer