#31 Drive, prompt for productivity100
TITLE: Fast cars and freeways
AUTHOR: whaddyasay
POSTING OPTION: #4
PAIRING/POV: Rob/Tom + Sam
PROMPT: #31 Drive
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: They took a drive, down, down, down to good old Louisiana.
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: These are real people and this story is a work of fiction. Don't own anything.
Kristen stared blankly at her boyfriend, her eyes blinking in rapid succession after his last statement. Rob smiled back serenely, his hands clasped behind his head as he watched his girlfriend in careful fascination.
“Wait, did I just,” she paused, her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed. “Did you just say you guys wanted to go on a road trip? Like, the three of you… to New Orleans?”
“Yes.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
Rob smirked, cocking his eyebrow at his girlfriend. “Yes, I believe that’s what I said.”
She flopped down on the couch beside him, her legs hanging off the arm. Rob looked down at her and Kristen laughed the moment their eyes met, her girly little squeals making his lips turn up at the sides.
“Are you fucking laughing at us?” He questioned, his fingers tangling playfully in her hair. “That’s quite a blow to my ego, baby.”
Kristen shook her head, still laughing. “It’s just… oh my God, it’s just so fucking ridiculous. Three British boys on a road trip to New Orleans. That’s a recipe for disaster, Rob.”
He scoffed. “Of course not! We may be from London but we’re perfectly capable of navigating a car to another state.” She stared at him. “I am not joking!”
She giggled, swinging her legs off the couch and turning over to straddle him, sitting right in the middle of his lap. Her fingers threaded through his hair and she kissed him lightly, her cheek brushing against the thick growth of facial hair.
“What the hell made you guys think of this crazy idea anyway?”
Rob rubbed his neck absentmindedly. “All American experience?”
Kristen snorted, laughing manically in front of him.
Los Angeles, California
“Have we got everything inside?” Rob asked as he locked the front door of the house, moving towards the open trunk where Sam and Tom were busily stuffing all their belongings in. Tom grunted in acknowledgment as he closed off the trunk, bumping his hat lower on his head.
“Yeah, we’ve got it,” Sam said, opening the back door and slipping inside. Rob hopped inside the driver’s seat, waiting for Tom to get in. “So what’d Kristen say when you told her we were doing this?”
Rob snorted, pulling out of the driveway. “She laughed at us, naturally.”
“How nice of her,” Tom quipped, rolling the windows down and lighting a cigarette. Rob huffed and Sam laughed, earning a smug look from Tom. “So Patty, how fast are you going to drive now that we’re heading to New Orleans?”
“Kristen told me to take our time, s’long as we get there before Friday.”
Tom snorted, flicking the ash away from his stick. “We are going to be so pissed by the time we get there. Sure hope Kris is alright with that.”
Rob laughed. This was going to be a long trip.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
“Will you please stop texting Kristen?” Tom gritted out, his eyes narrowed as he concentrated on the road. “I’m losing my focus here.”
Rob rolled his eyes, slipping the phone back in his pocket. “You’re losing focus? Mum can drive faster than you and traffic in London is horrible. There’s nobody on this fucking road.”
“Well excuse me if I’m trying to keep us alive,” Tom muttered, his eyes flicking towards the rearview mirror. Sam was in the backseat, chomping heartily on a bag of crisps. “Oy, you miserable twit. Why are you eating all the food?”
“I’m hungry,” Sam replied, shoving another handful in his mouth. “At the rate we’re going it’ll take us at least another century before we’d get to Kristen. Patty could’ve done better riding a bike to New Orleans.”
Rob guffawed, bumping fists with Sam in the backseat. Tom gritted his teeth in annoyance and stepped on the accelerator, making the car jerk forward quickly.
“Whoa, you fucking wanker,” Rob exclaimed, spreading his palms out over the dashboard to steel himself. “Get your foot off the fucking pedal!”
“You said you wanted to get there faster!”
“It was a joke you fucking git,” Rob seethed, hitting Tom with a rolled up magazine. “Now get your foot off the damn pedal and find us a place to eat.”
Lubbock, Texas
“I don’t think we should’ve drunk that much last night,” Sam moaned, his face pressed against the cold table of the restaurant they were dining in. Rob snickered somewhere to his left and he itched to throw the sugar packets at him, only to be foiled by the waitress coming in to give them their menus.
“Good morning boys,” Miss Perky-Waitress-this-early-in-the-morning said, sliding three menus on their table. “Can I get ya anything before you order?”
“Yes, we’d like to have three coffees please,” Tom started before pausing briefly. “And a couple gallons of water if you could spare that.”
Sam lifted his head high enough to see the waitress quirking a smile at Tom’s direction, shaking her head. “I’ll bring them out quick,” she said before leaving and Sam groaned, dropping his head back on the table.
“What is bloody wrong with you?” Rob asked, kicking Sam’s legs from under the table. “You’re acting like you’ve never been pissed before.”
“Well I’ve never had to wake up this fucking early after getting pissed,” Sam answered back, slumping against the seat. “You really owe me for this Patty.”
“I never said I didn’t,” Rob replied, smiling at the waitress when she came back with the coffee.
“Coffee’s refillable if you need more,” she said, nodding towards Sam. “Think your friend might need it. So, what are y’all getting?”
“Is the breakfast sampler good?”
“As good as it’s gonna get.”
Rob nodded and the waitress wrote down their orders, flipping a number stand on their table for their food. Tom laughed when she left for the kitchens, leaving them with three steaming coffee cups. Sam was still slumped over the table and Rob was eyeing his friends warily, the smooth bitter drink waking him up.
“Oy, get up Sam!” Tom said, this time he was the one kicking Sam under the table. He grumbled and complained until he finally sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Do we need to get those girls carrying around Edward Cullen’s cutout to wake you up?”
“Oh God, please no,” Rob groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. “That was mortifying.”
Tom smirked, patting him on the back. “At least we know you’re portable.”
“Fuck you.”
Houston, Texas
“What do you say about taking the stage tonight, Patty?” Sam asked as he plucked on the strings of his guitar, playing random chords. Rob quirked an eyebrow at him and Tom grumbled from his place on the bed, barely voicing his complaints about that particular suggestion.
“What are you talking about?” Rob asked, focusing his attention on Sam.
“I just thought you might want to get back on stage for a bit. You haven’t played for months.”
“I’ve played,” Rob argued heatedly, plucking on his guitar as well. “Whatever did you think I brought the guitar for if I didn’t play?”
“I didn’t mean you haven’t played the guitar, I was saying you haven’t been in front of a crowd for a while. Might do you some good. I just saw a bar that said they had open mic nights, I thought we could play for a bit.”
Rob rubbed the back of his neck nervously and Tom shrugged, flipping over on the bed.
“I suppose you could do that, nothing wrong with it,” Tom said, cocking his head to the side. “Last time was in London, yeah?”
“Yeah, but…” Rob looked out the window despondently. “Don’t want to cause trouble.”
“Eh,” Sam waved him off. “I’m pretty sure you’ll do fine. Really.”
Rob sighed and Tom thumped him on the back. “Okay.”
---
When Rob took the stage with his guitar, Tom and Sam clinked their bottles together, grinning like fools. Their best mate looked like he was having a blast playing again, and granted that Tom had to shut down a couple of girls trying to record Rob singing (he did ask nicely, he figured it worked best,) the two Brits happily downed their beers for the night.
“Knew it was good for him,” Sam mused, shaking his head at Rob who had his eyes closed as he sang a song they’d composed before. Tom nodded in agreement and he leaned back on his chair, pulling his phone out and snapping a picture of Rob before sending it to Kristen.
Tom smiled, shaking his head before turning to look at Sam. “D’you reckon we’ll get to New Orleans in two days?”
New Orleans, Louisiana
Rob shrugged his plaid shirt off just after they passed by the sign announcing they’ve finally reached New Orleans. The heat was starting to press against him on all sides, the poor overworked A/C of their car working way past its potential. He was sprawled out haphazardly on the backseat with an arm over his eyes while listening to the odd murmurings of Bon Iver, with Sam taking over the driving and Tom flicking cigarette ash out the window.
It’s been a long journey from Los Angeles to New Orleans and Rob was simply excited to just get to the hotel and see Kristen. It was hard being in the same country as she is, though in a different state, and he still missed her so much. His friends had completely given up on distracting him from it as they knew how much he wanted to be by her side. Maybe that was the only reason Tom and Sam agreed to go on this crazy little trip with him.
“Fucking finally,” Tom breathed out when Sam turned the car inside an underground hotel parking, killing the engine once he found a spot. A valet took their key and gave them their stub before all three men jumped down from the vehicle, stretching their poor limbs out.
Rob got the job of getting the key from the concierge, smirking when the girl specifically asked for identification. Her eyes widened though she kept her cool, smiling as she slid the keycards towards him before watching him head off for the room. Sam and Tom were sharing and Rob was definitely staying in Kristen’s room and good God they can’t wait to get their asses back in bed.
“Are we ever going to see you tonight?” Sam asked, his eyebrows raised. Tom turned to listen while Rob scoffed, slipping his card in the door handle.
“Of course you will.”
“Are you sure?”
Rob blushed, scratching the back of his head. “We might be um… a little late.”
Tom snorted and Sam followed as they tumbled inside their bedroom, laughing happily at Rob. They might be embarrassing him but Rob knew they were happy for him. And Kristen.
The hotel room door gave way under his hand and Rob cautiously stepped inside the room, his eyes scanning over the space. A small blonde-headed lump was sprawled out in the middle of the bed and Rob laughed quietly as he approached his then napping girlfriend. Kristen was lying on top of the covers in her street clothes and didn’t even bother kicking her sneakers off, her phone resting right beside her head. It looked like she was waiting for him to call.
Rob carefully pushed the mass of messy hair away from her eyes and Kristen stirred, blinking rapidly in surprise when she found someone standing over her. She was startled for a bit before her face broke out into a wide smile, her hands making grabbing motions like a baby wanting to be touched.
“You’re here,” she murmured quietly just as Rob envelopes her into a hug and she breathes in the smoky musky scent of this boy. “Finally.”
“Yeah, finally,” Rob laughs at the way Kristen practically attaches herself to him. “I missed you.”
“How was your all American road trip experience?”
Rob grins, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. “Would’ve been better if we were with an American. Should’ve brought you with us.”
Kristen snorts, pressing a gentle kiss on his shoulder. “We’ll do it next time babe. I promise.”
AUTHOR: whaddyasay
POSTING OPTION: #4
PAIRING/POV: Rob/Tom + Sam
PROMPT: #31 Drive
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: They took a drive, down, down, down to good old Louisiana.
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: These are real people and this story is a work of fiction. Don't own anything.
Kristen stared blankly at her boyfriend, her eyes blinking in rapid succession after his last statement. Rob smiled back serenely, his hands clasped behind his head as he watched his girlfriend in careful fascination.
“Wait, did I just,” she paused, her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed. “Did you just say you guys wanted to go on a road trip? Like, the three of you… to New Orleans?”
“Yes.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
Rob smirked, cocking his eyebrow at his girlfriend. “Yes, I believe that’s what I said.”
She flopped down on the couch beside him, her legs hanging off the arm. Rob looked down at her and Kristen laughed the moment their eyes met, her girly little squeals making his lips turn up at the sides.
“Are you fucking laughing at us?” He questioned, his fingers tangling playfully in her hair. “That’s quite a blow to my ego, baby.”
Kristen shook her head, still laughing. “It’s just… oh my God, it’s just so fucking ridiculous. Three British boys on a road trip to New Orleans. That’s a recipe for disaster, Rob.”
He scoffed. “Of course not! We may be from London but we’re perfectly capable of navigating a car to another state.” She stared at him. “I am not joking!”
She giggled, swinging her legs off the couch and turning over to straddle him, sitting right in the middle of his lap. Her fingers threaded through his hair and she kissed him lightly, her cheek brushing against the thick growth of facial hair.
“What the hell made you guys think of this crazy idea anyway?”
Rob rubbed his neck absentmindedly. “All American experience?”
Kristen snorted, laughing manically in front of him.
Los Angeles, California
“Have we got everything inside?” Rob asked as he locked the front door of the house, moving towards the open trunk where Sam and Tom were busily stuffing all their belongings in. Tom grunted in acknowledgment as he closed off the trunk, bumping his hat lower on his head.
“Yeah, we’ve got it,” Sam said, opening the back door and slipping inside. Rob hopped inside the driver’s seat, waiting for Tom to get in. “So what’d Kristen say when you told her we were doing this?”
Rob snorted, pulling out of the driveway. “She laughed at us, naturally.”
“How nice of her,” Tom quipped, rolling the windows down and lighting a cigarette. Rob huffed and Sam laughed, earning a smug look from Tom. “So Patty, how fast are you going to drive now that we’re heading to New Orleans?”
“Kristen told me to take our time, s’long as we get there before Friday.”
Tom snorted, flicking the ash away from his stick. “We are going to be so pissed by the time we get there. Sure hope Kris is alright with that.”
Rob laughed. This was going to be a long trip.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
“Will you please stop texting Kristen?” Tom gritted out, his eyes narrowed as he concentrated on the road. “I’m losing my focus here.”
Rob rolled his eyes, slipping the phone back in his pocket. “You’re losing focus? Mum can drive faster than you and traffic in London is horrible. There’s nobody on this fucking road.”
“Well excuse me if I’m trying to keep us alive,” Tom muttered, his eyes flicking towards the rearview mirror. Sam was in the backseat, chomping heartily on a bag of crisps. “Oy, you miserable twit. Why are you eating all the food?”
“I’m hungry,” Sam replied, shoving another handful in his mouth. “At the rate we’re going it’ll take us at least another century before we’d get to Kristen. Patty could’ve done better riding a bike to New Orleans.”
Rob guffawed, bumping fists with Sam in the backseat. Tom gritted his teeth in annoyance and stepped on the accelerator, making the car jerk forward quickly.
“Whoa, you fucking wanker,” Rob exclaimed, spreading his palms out over the dashboard to steel himself. “Get your foot off the fucking pedal!”
“You said you wanted to get there faster!”
“It was a joke you fucking git,” Rob seethed, hitting Tom with a rolled up magazine. “Now get your foot off the damn pedal and find us a place to eat.”
Lubbock, Texas
“I don’t think we should’ve drunk that much last night,” Sam moaned, his face pressed against the cold table of the restaurant they were dining in. Rob snickered somewhere to his left and he itched to throw the sugar packets at him, only to be foiled by the waitress coming in to give them their menus.
“Good morning boys,” Miss Perky-Waitress-this-early-in-the-morning said, sliding three menus on their table. “Can I get ya anything before you order?”
“Yes, we’d like to have three coffees please,” Tom started before pausing briefly. “And a couple gallons of water if you could spare that.”
Sam lifted his head high enough to see the waitress quirking a smile at Tom’s direction, shaking her head. “I’ll bring them out quick,” she said before leaving and Sam groaned, dropping his head back on the table.
“What is bloody wrong with you?” Rob asked, kicking Sam’s legs from under the table. “You’re acting like you’ve never been pissed before.”
“Well I’ve never had to wake up this fucking early after getting pissed,” Sam answered back, slumping against the seat. “You really owe me for this Patty.”
“I never said I didn’t,” Rob replied, smiling at the waitress when she came back with the coffee.
“Coffee’s refillable if you need more,” she said, nodding towards Sam. “Think your friend might need it. So, what are y’all getting?”
“Is the breakfast sampler good?”
“As good as it’s gonna get.”
Rob nodded and the waitress wrote down their orders, flipping a number stand on their table for their food. Tom laughed when she left for the kitchens, leaving them with three steaming coffee cups. Sam was still slumped over the table and Rob was eyeing his friends warily, the smooth bitter drink waking him up.
“Oy, get up Sam!” Tom said, this time he was the one kicking Sam under the table. He grumbled and complained until he finally sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Do we need to get those girls carrying around Edward Cullen’s cutout to wake you up?”
“Oh God, please no,” Rob groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. “That was mortifying.”
Tom smirked, patting him on the back. “At least we know you’re portable.”
“Fuck you.”
Houston, Texas
“What do you say about taking the stage tonight, Patty?” Sam asked as he plucked on the strings of his guitar, playing random chords. Rob quirked an eyebrow at him and Tom grumbled from his place on the bed, barely voicing his complaints about that particular suggestion.
“What are you talking about?” Rob asked, focusing his attention on Sam.
“I just thought you might want to get back on stage for a bit. You haven’t played for months.”
“I’ve played,” Rob argued heatedly, plucking on his guitar as well. “Whatever did you think I brought the guitar for if I didn’t play?”
“I didn’t mean you haven’t played the guitar, I was saying you haven’t been in front of a crowd for a while. Might do you some good. I just saw a bar that said they had open mic nights, I thought we could play for a bit.”
Rob rubbed the back of his neck nervously and Tom shrugged, flipping over on the bed.
“I suppose you could do that, nothing wrong with it,” Tom said, cocking his head to the side. “Last time was in London, yeah?”
“Yeah, but…” Rob looked out the window despondently. “Don’t want to cause trouble.”
“Eh,” Sam waved him off. “I’m pretty sure you’ll do fine. Really.”
Rob sighed and Tom thumped him on the back. “Okay.”
---
When Rob took the stage with his guitar, Tom and Sam clinked their bottles together, grinning like fools. Their best mate looked like he was having a blast playing again, and granted that Tom had to shut down a couple of girls trying to record Rob singing (he did ask nicely, he figured it worked best,) the two Brits happily downed their beers for the night.
“Knew it was good for him,” Sam mused, shaking his head at Rob who had his eyes closed as he sang a song they’d composed before. Tom nodded in agreement and he leaned back on his chair, pulling his phone out and snapping a picture of Rob before sending it to Kristen.
Tom smiled, shaking his head before turning to look at Sam. “D’you reckon we’ll get to New Orleans in two days?”
New Orleans, Louisiana
Rob shrugged his plaid shirt off just after they passed by the sign announcing they’ve finally reached New Orleans. The heat was starting to press against him on all sides, the poor overworked A/C of their car working way past its potential. He was sprawled out haphazardly on the backseat with an arm over his eyes while listening to the odd murmurings of Bon Iver, with Sam taking over the driving and Tom flicking cigarette ash out the window.
It’s been a long journey from Los Angeles to New Orleans and Rob was simply excited to just get to the hotel and see Kristen. It was hard being in the same country as she is, though in a different state, and he still missed her so much. His friends had completely given up on distracting him from it as they knew how much he wanted to be by her side. Maybe that was the only reason Tom and Sam agreed to go on this crazy little trip with him.
“Fucking finally,” Tom breathed out when Sam turned the car inside an underground hotel parking, killing the engine once he found a spot. A valet took their key and gave them their stub before all three men jumped down from the vehicle, stretching their poor limbs out.
Rob got the job of getting the key from the concierge, smirking when the girl specifically asked for identification. Her eyes widened though she kept her cool, smiling as she slid the keycards towards him before watching him head off for the room. Sam and Tom were sharing and Rob was definitely staying in Kristen’s room and good God they can’t wait to get their asses back in bed.
“Are we ever going to see you tonight?” Sam asked, his eyebrows raised. Tom turned to listen while Rob scoffed, slipping his card in the door handle.
“Of course you will.”
“Are you sure?”
Rob blushed, scratching the back of his head. “We might be um… a little late.”
Tom snorted and Sam followed as they tumbled inside their bedroom, laughing happily at Rob. They might be embarrassing him but Rob knew they were happy for him. And Kristen.
The hotel room door gave way under his hand and Rob cautiously stepped inside the room, his eyes scanning over the space. A small blonde-headed lump was sprawled out in the middle of the bed and Rob laughed quietly as he approached his then napping girlfriend. Kristen was lying on top of the covers in her street clothes and didn’t even bother kicking her sneakers off, her phone resting right beside her head. It looked like she was waiting for him to call.
Rob carefully pushed the mass of messy hair away from her eyes and Kristen stirred, blinking rapidly in surprise when she found someone standing over her. She was startled for a bit before her face broke out into a wide smile, her hands making grabbing motions like a baby wanting to be touched.
“You’re here,” she murmured quietly just as Rob envelopes her into a hug and she breathes in the smoky musky scent of this boy. “Finally.”
“Yeah, finally,” Rob laughs at the way Kristen practically attaches herself to him. “I missed you.”
“How was your all American road trip experience?”
Rob grins, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. “Would’ve been better if we were with an American. Should’ve brought you with us.”
Kristen snorts, pressing a gentle kiss on his shoulder. “We’ll do it next time babe. I promise.”