@zoomher said i’m your favorite, right?
he stood in the open driver's side door of his car, staring over the hood at the pre-teen. his expression the mirror image of a parent at their wits end with their sassy child. why did he agree to drive these shits around? he wasn't even getting PAID for the headache he had to go through on a nearly daily basis. there must have been some unresolved issue underlining this, but steve quickly shook his head of the thought because he was dangerously close to thinking like his mother. "would you get in the car? i will leave a kid on the street, don't think i won't." he pointed at max with a stern look then climbed in himself. buckling his seatbelt, he rolled his eyes and spread his hands over the steering wheel, taking in a calming breath. "unbelievable."












