ocd || knj

chapter eight: bobby pov

"Well guys, after that ten hour shopping trip at freaking Target, which we go to every week but apparently everything was new according to Bobby, we're heading back home guys," Kian sarcastically glares at me as I drive, making me roll my eyes,

"It wasn't that long guys," He scoffs,

"No, you guys won't be able to tell, but we went in at, I don't even know, like 2:45 and it is 5:15 now. You guys can judge whether or not he tortured me unnecessarily," I laugh, shaking my head as Kian frustratedly glares at me, "Can I have my phone now? Guys, don't you think I should get my phone back when we get back home? Don't you think I deserve it now?" I swallow, trying to hide how panicked that makes my brain speed,

"Uuuhhhmmm, I, I'm not really sure where I put it to be honest," I shrug, hoping down to my toes he just doesn't care,

"I do. It's in your pocket, gimme," I laugh nervously and he mimics me before frowning and holding out his hand. I reach down with one hand, steering still with the other. My window is open, so I glance at it to make sure before glancing in front of me, subtly, seeing the other car in front of me slowly stopping. I slip his phone out of my pocket, taking a breath in before slamming the breaks to stop a convincing few inches from the other car, his phone 'accidentally' falling out of my hand and through the window,

"Oh, oh god!" I yell as Kian yells,

"Dude! What the- Dude!" I chuckle nervously, shrugging my shoulders and turning to look at him and then the camera,

"Oops?" His mouth is dropped open and he lets out a huff,

"Um, okay, Bobby?"

"Yeah?" I answer in a light tone, hoping he's not as mad as I think he is,

"How the HELL did you just do that? How." I chuckle nervously, again. JC you better save me soon.

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this one makes me laugh everytime.

i know it's short but i hope y'all like it!