gdisloane:
“ like, why do fuckboys always insist on hollering at me from gas stations ? “ sloane sighed, propping her feet up on the dashboard. she’d very proudly called shotgun and now she was messing with the driver of the day, her brown curls splayed over the back of the seat. “ they’re just as shady as the places they’re trying to get laid at and they think that shit is cute. it isn’t. and they aren’t. but anyways, what’s up with your driving ? that was a tree, you know. we’re supposed to avoid them.“
“ ‘cos you’re hot. simple as. “ camden rolled his eyes at the girl, “ they wanna see if they can get a blowjob real quick. don’t feel special, they probably do it to tons of girls each day. “ he lay his head against the head rest and let out a deep breath, he didn’t do too well in car journeys and he coud feel his breakfast coming up ever so slowly. “ quit nagging, don’t be a backseat driver they’re fuckin’ annoying. “
