Imagine Billy Hargrove teaching you how to drive.
“Okay… slow and steady,” Billy said, his fingers holding onto the ashtray in the passenger door, digging his fingers in as if bracing himself. He was definitely regretting his agreement to give you driving lessons - though very glad that he had done so with the stipulation that it’s not his car you’re driving. He’d never forgive you if you got one scratch on his baby. “Something you’ve never asked for before,” You mumbled. Your quips were to try to cover up how nervous you were. Hands on 10 and 2 - rear-view mirror of your parents station wagon pointed the right way - lots of room in this parking lot - you were as prepared as you could be. You pressed down on the gas just slightly, the car whispering forward. “Less joking, more driving,” Billy said, his eyes straight ahead instead of on you as they usually were. “Okay - maybe a little faster, you’re doing well in a straight line.” You pushed it down a little more and started to feel more comfortable. You slowly turned the steering wheel, and the car made a wide right turn. Billy relaxed beside you, his shoulders dropping and his head nodding. “Was that a good turn?” “Yeah, decent, not really for city roads though,” He said. “Try a left.” You made a left turn and you managed to do that just fine. “Yeah - yeah, this is easy. I’ve totally got this,” You said with confidence. Billy nodded and set his hand down on your knee, his thumb brushing up against the outside of it. “Yeah you do,” He said with a small grin. “It’s almost disappointing how good you’re doing. I won’t get to see your pretty face sitting next to me in my car.” “Unless I’m the one driving, and you’re sitting passenger,” You winked, and decided to try to park in one of the outlined spots. “I’m never sitting bitch,” He grumbled, thinking once again maybe this wasn’t a good idea.
Requested by: Anonymous
