James one shots. teotfw.

your dad's gonna freak.

James as your awkward boyfriend.
tw.
groping.
I forgot the mans name who picks them up and does creepy stuff to James so his name is gonna be Harold.

i didn't expect that James and I would actually run away together but yet here we are in his dad's car driving as far away from home as we can.

"do you want to make out or something?" I ask randomly as James keeps his eyes on the road.

"I'm driving." James tells me.

"once you stop driving." I explain.

"sure." he says with a small smile on his face.

but something happens whilst driving, and James ends up crashing into a tree.

i hold back laughter as we both jump out the car.

"James we need to go!" I yell at him.

"we can try fix the car." James explains.

"no we can't. we really can't." I tell him facing him.

i was right, a minute later the car explodes and goes up in flames.

i look at James and burst out laughing.

"your dad's gonna freak!" I exclaim.

"no fucking shit!" he yells.

as James and I begin to have a screaming match in the middle of nowhere in front of a burning car, which we previously "borrowed" from his dad.

as James has the last word, like he always does I stare at him angrily, but then I realise I can't be angry at him. I love him.

"oh shut up." I mumble, grabbing his face and kissing him.
most of the time my anger turns into love, which is why most of our arguments always end up in us doing something of some sort, making out in resteraunts, making out in front of my father, and now here. making out in front of a burning car.

James kisses back almost immediately, his hands trailing to my hips as our lips move in sync. but then James pulls away.

"we need to go now." James says.

"we can't go anywhere James." I say looking at him.

"we can catch a ride with someone." James says.

"fine." I mumble grabbing James hand as he leads me down the road, until we're on a high way.

a very, very unpopular highway.

we're standing about for five minutes until a car pulls up.

a very creepy old man sits in the drivers seat.

"so where to?" he asks.

"anywhere." James answers as he climbs into the back seat with me.

"we're gonna get murdered and it's gonna be your fault James." I say to him.

"were not gonna get murdered." James argues.

"are so." I say angrily.

"y/n! no we're fucking not. James yells.

"I hate you. Don't speak to me until we're murdered." I say, turning away from James and staring out the window.

"Couples argument?" the man asks.

"no, we both just have anger problems. it happens alot." James says.

"me and the lass back home fall out alot." the man tells us.

I roll my eyes and look down at my hands.

"you're a quiet one aren't ya?" the man asks me, looking in the small headboard mirror.