"No Jake. I'll go home alone." I say as I walk to my car.
I'm about to open my car door, and Jake steps in front of me.
"I got it." He says as he opens the door for me to get in.
I get in, and turn my car on. I'm about to drive off, but Jake opens the passengers seats door, and gets in.
"Jake your not coming with me." I say as he tries to buckle up.
"Too late." He gives me a cheeky smile, and I roll my eyes.
"Fine." I give in.
Those mother fuckin dimples.
After about five minutes of driving Jake takes the auxiliary cord, and plugs his phone in.
"No Jake." I say, finally breaking the silence.
"Why?"
"I don't wanna listen to-" I'm cut off my Jake playing his favorite song. The most annoying fuckin song. I used to like it. Until Jake played it literally everytime I was with him.
I glare at him, and he shrugs.
"C'mon Kaylee. You know you love this song."
"I really don't."
The song was 502 come up by Bryson Tiller.
"I hate you." I say, letting out a giggle.
"There's my favorite smile." He says, only making me smile even wider.
"Shut up." I laugh, and shake my head.
"Let's stop somewhere to eat. My treat."
"No, Jake. I can pay for myself."
"Sorry. I can't understand you." He says, leaning over to put his ear closer to me.
"Get." I hit the back of his head, and yells "ow!" Holding the back of his head.
He pouts at me, sticking out his bottom lip. I burst out in laughter while Jake keeps a straight face.
"Fine, you can pay for me!" I say, laughing. I take my hands off the wheel to hold my stomach from laughing so hard.
"Kaylee! Hands on the wheel!" He says putting his hands on wheel for me.
"Sorry." I say, putting my hands back on the wheel.
"Pull over. I'll drive."
"No." I say confused.
"Yes. Your ass is gunna crash your car." He says laughing.
"No I won't. We're fine." I say.
"Stop!" He yells, making me scream.
He immediately starts laughing, and I roll my eyes.
"You scared the shit outta me! Why do we need to stop?!" I yell
"In n out! You missed it!" He yells, pointing behind him.
"Oh my fuckin gosh Jake." I say, turning around.
"Sorry." He says, laughing.
I pull into the parking lot at in and out, and Jake jumps up and down in his seat with excitement.
"You're weird." I say, and get out of the car.
"Oh yeah. I'm the weird one." He says, his voice filled with sarcasm.
He opens the door for me, and I walk in. The smell of fast food hitting me almost immediately.
"What do you want?" Jake asks while we walk up to the register.
