Joe Keery Imagines

Different Kind Of Passenger-Kurt Kunkle

Requested by PurplryToast

Kurt's POV

I reached forward and fixed the camera. I eagerly drummed my fingers on the steering wheel as I waited for my first victim of the night.

"Are you Kurt?" A woman around my age asked.

"That's me," I said sweetly.

"Great," she sighed as she got in. "Get me the hell out of here."

"Okay," I said slowly.

I cleared my throat before looking over my shoulder at the girl. She was extremely pretty but her eyes were a little red and puffy. Something about the look on her face made me reach over and turn off the camera.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine," she said. I looked in the rearview mirror to see the girl wiping her cheek.

"Are you sure?"

"You don't want to hear this," she sighed.

"I'm an Uber driver," I chuckled. "A vehicular bartender. Try me."

"It turns out," she sighed, "my boyfriend is cheating on me."

Her breath got caught in her throat before she added, "With my best friend."

"That asshole," I scoffed. "Want me to kill him?"

"What?" She asked with a small awkward chuckle.

"I'm kidding," I said quickly.

"Oh," she said, her voice soft. She cleared her throat as she looked out the window. "All he could say was that he was sorry and it was a mistake. How can it be a mistake? They've been sleeping together for a month. It's not a mistake. It's a schedule."

"He's an ass," I grumbled. "And your best friend is no better. You deserve better."

"Thanks, Kurt," she smiled.

The feeling I got when the girl smiled and said my name was the same feeling I got when one of my videos went viral.

"So," she sighed, sounding dreamy. "Tell me about yourself, Kurt. What made you want to be an Uber driver? Are you working your way through school?"

"I am," I instantly lied.

"That's smart," she complimented me. "I'm guessing class during the day and driving people at night?"

"Yep." I looked up at her reflection in the rearview mirror, feeling weird. "What about you? Are you in school?"

"Yeah," she sighed.

"That sounds like an excited sigh," I teased.

"Super excited," she said sarcastically. "I'm in law school right now and it's kicking my ass."

"I bet you'll be a great lawyer," I blurted out.

"Thanks, Kurt."

"And then you can sue that boyfriend of yours," I added making her laugh.

"Ex-boyfriend," she corrected between laughs. "Or maybe I can just have my new boyfriend beat the crap out of him and I can represent him."

"That works too."

Usually by now, I would be taking my passenger the wrong way. For some reason, I continued driving this girl where she wanted. Out of all the people who have gotten into my backseat, what was stopping me from hurting this girl?

"I never know how much you're supposed to talk to your Uber driver," the girl laughed. "Am I talking too much? That was one of my ex's complaints about me."

"Seriously?" I scoffed. "He cheated on you with your best friend because you talk a lot? That's bullshit."

"Actually," she cleared her throat, "I've been working insane hours. Law school constantly keeps me busy and then I work at the school's library until closing. I haven't been around much. And we haven't. . . Well, we haven't. . . you know in a while."

"So?" I couldn't help but scoff. "Doesn't give him an excuse to mess around with your best friend."

"Well, I'm glad not all guys are cheating bastards," she said sweetly.

I felt a little disappointed when I realized we were in front of her destination.

"Here we are," I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

"Thanks, Kurt," she smiled. She was about to get out but stopped.

"And not just for driving me home," she clarified. "Thanks for listening, Kurt. You're a great guy."

I opened my mouth to thank her but she got out of my car. I couldn't help but watch her jog up the steps into her apartment building.

I didn't know who that girl was. What I did know was that I had to see her again.