[🚘] Cross Country Drive
Summary: road trip across usa with the triplets!! boyfriend!Chris inspired by the new vlog.
The van rolled out of LA just after sunrise, packed to the brim with suitcases, backpacks, chargers.
Matt took the first driving shift with Jimmy riding shotgun. Nick and Mary Lou claimed the middle row, already bickering over who had more elbow room. You and Chris were crammed into the back row, feet tangled, a mountain of pillow and extra blankets between you, and a shared big blanket thrown lazily across your laps.
The drive started peacefully sunbeams warming the windows, music thumping gently from the speakers, and Mary Lou passing around ziplocks of assorted snacks like a true road trip mom. That is, until somewhere in Arizona Matt’s confident cruising caught the attention of flashing red and blue lights behind them.
“Oh my God, are we getting pulled over?” Chris leaned forward to peek between the headrests.
Matt cursed softly under his breath and pulled to the corner of the road, both hands gripping the wheel.
When the officer appeared, Matt smiled wide. “Good morning, officer”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing, but Chris didn’t even try.
The officer blinked, clearly unimpressed. “License and registration, please.”
Five minutes and a warning later, Matt merged back onto the highway, red in the face while the rest of the van was in hysterics.
Jimmy clapped his middle son on the shoulder. “It’s okay buddy you did your best.”
“six over the speed limit.” Nick shook his head. “That guy was acting like Matt was going 20 over”
Chris leaned into you, still laughing.
A few hours later, the van pulled off the interstate for gas, bathroom breaks, and more snacks. You stretched your legs as everyone filed into a dusty but charming gas station, buzzing with fluorescent lights and shelves overloaded with candy, jerky, and road trip junk food.
Chris wandered the aisles until he returned triumphantly holding a box of microwaveable pizza pockets.
Nick raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“They’re elite,” Chris said, holding them like a trophy. “You just wouldn’t understand.”
You narrowed your eyes, amused. “We’re in a van, Christopher. How do you plan on cooking those?”
Chris smirked and pointed behind the counter. “They have a microwave for customers. I checked.”
Sure enough, tucked next to a sad little coffee machine was a public-use microwave with a hand-written sign taped above it:
“Feel free to heat your snacks! Just don’t blow up the place. –Management”
“Oh.. okay well I’m getting a slurpee” you said and headed towards the machines, it wasn’t actually slurpee branded but a 'frozen coke' seemed good enough.
Matt looked over and rolled his eyes. “Only you would pick the one snack that requires a kitchen.”
So Chris microwaved his pizza pockets one at a time, naturally while you and his brothers watched in disbelief.
Nick clapped sarcastically as the first one came out. “Wow. A gourmet meal.”
Chris took a bite, eyes closed in fake bliss. “Jealousy is an ugly look, Nick.”
Back in the van, he proudly ate all three pizza pockets with the smugness. You leaned over and stole a bite, even though you’d teased him and yeah, okay, it was good.
By early afternoon the van had gone quiet. The sun was golden but only casting a soft warmth across everyone’s faces. Trevor their puggle who’d been bouncing around all day, finally settled in the back, leaping up and curling into the space between you and Chris.
Chris scratched behind Trevor’s ears, yawning. “He’s warm,” he mumbled, letting his head fall sideways toward the window. You watched his eyes flutter shut, lips parting slightly as his hand went still on Trevor’s back.
A few minutes later, both Chris and Trevor were passed out, breathing in sync.
You reached quietly for your phone and recorded a few seconds of the scene Chris’s soft snores, and Trevor’s eyes slightly opening in wonder of what you were doing, the sunlight pouring in through the back window.
You posted it to your Instagram story.
Since story replies where on the comments filled almost instantly.
Omg STOP this is too cute
He fell asleep after defending pizza pockets like a true king
Trevor is your emotional support dog and Chris is the emotional support boy
Nick peeked over from the middle row. “Please tell me you just posted that.”
You grinned. “Of course I did.”
He shook his head. “He’s never gonna live it down.”
But as you looked back at Chris his lips twitching in his sleep, arms wrapped loosely around Trevor you couldn’t help but feel a little soft. Yeah, he’d get teased for it later. But in that moment? He was perfect. And you couldn’t wait to keep going all the way to Boston, laughter, naps, and of course the microwave pizza pockets.
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