We had been driving for hours. Ealier that day, I had dropped Baby off at my dads and told him I was going to the concert, which was truth. I left out the fact that I had someone coming with me. He was never supportive when he found out about my 'gift.' He always called it a bunch of bologna. Everything else he was hung go to help with. Sometimes I couldn't stand that man.

"Maybe we should stop for gas, I need to stretch my legs out." Jimmy said, drumming his fingers over his lap. He was fidgeting the whole time we drove, which kinda made me itchy. Itchy to wack him that is. I can never stand for someone to move while I was driving. It made me on edge and miserable and just plain fucking grumpy. "Yeah, guess you're right, sir moves a lot." I said, shaking my head as I took an exit to stop at a station that was far from our path towards Cali. Just as soon as I pulled up to the pumps, he was already out and running around, literally stretching his long legs out while flapping his arms around. I couldn't help but laugh, putting my head down on the steering wheel. The long drive was putting a lot of weight on my shoulders. I picked my head up to see Jimmy standing in front of my car, a grin on his face. "What did you do?" I asked, getting out of the car. "Nothing yet." He said, hopping on the hood of the car. I shook my head, going to the pump to get ready to top my car off. I felt a set of arms wrap around me, instantly knowing it was Jimmy. "Thank you for doing this." He murmured, making me smile a little. "You don't have to thank me, Jimmy." I said, patting his arm, taking the nozzle out of the gas can opening. "I'm gonna go pay for this, stay by the car." I said, wiggling out of his grip before setting off to pay for the gas inside. "Get me something sweet!" He yelled, hopping onto the hood again. I chuckled to myself, opening the door to the breezy air conditioned gas station. "I've got 40 on pump three." I said, pulling my wallet out from my back pocket. I turned my head and found a slushie machine, grinning to myself, I had to have some. "Hold that thought." I said, walking away from the counter. I filled up two huge cups of slushie, blue raspberry for me, cherry for him. I grabbed several candy bars and chips, along with a few bottles of water and a few sodas. "There we go." I said, chuckling to myself again. I walked back outside to see Jimmy on the top of my car, trying to corner a fucking pigeon. "Didn't you learn from last time not to do that." I said, startling him and the bird. He jumped off the top of the car and scrambled up to his feet. "Stop doing that!" He yelled, snatching the bags from my hand, causing me to let out a laugh that bubbled up in my stomach. He gave me a fake glare and sashayed away from me and hopped into the car.

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"Jimmy! Fucking stop it!" I yelled, trying to calm the drummer down. We had finally reached Cali, and he was practically in my lap with excitement. I had to pull over next to a hotel to try and get him off of me. "I'm sorry, I'm just...I'm excited. What are we doing here?" He asked, pressing his face up against the front wind sheild, scaring an elderly couple. "I'm not gonna walk up to one of the guys' house and ask to use their fucking guest rooms. We're getting a room." I said, unbuckling myself. "Oh, how romantic. Take me! I'm yours!" He said, jumping into my lap again. "Fuuuuck, Jimmy, stoop it!" I yelled again, trying to open my door. When I did, he fell out with an 'oof.' "Oooowww..." He groaned, getting up to his knees. "That wasn't very nice, you meanie." He said, pouting at me. "Shut up and move." I grumbled. I had been driving for the past 27 hours, I needed to sleep. The concert was a day and a half away, but I needed to rest otherwise I would be napping on the concert floor. I pushed him out of the way and made my way to the front office. I was practically fuming then, walking out moments later. "What's wrong?" Jimmy asked, seeing how red my face had gotten. "Oh, the only room they had left was the honeymoon sweet. And this shit costed me fucking a hundred and fifty bucks." I said, throwing his key at him. He couldn't help but stifle a laugh, covering his mouth. "What the fuck are you laughing at chuckle head?" I asked, clenching my fists tightly. He put his arms up over his head, laughing still, though it came out in short, breathy squeals. I rolled my eyes and got back into the car, waiting for him to get in so we could get to the room so I could lie down. He was still fucking laughing at the whole ordeal, which was making me twitch. "I swear to all that is holy if you don't shut your trap, I will make you sleep in the car." I said, pulling up to our room door. Jimmy flew out of the car, bolting straight for the door. He put his key in and pushed the door open. All I could see was him falling to his knees, his body moving in a way that you knew he was still laughing. I turned the car off and got out to see what all the fuss was about. As soon as I walked up to the room, my face went beat red, about as red as everything was in the room. A heart shaped bed, fucking cliche at it's best if you ask me. Even the dresser was heart shaped. "Oh fuck me." I muttered. "Alright, but don't you think we should get the stuff in first." He cracked, looking up at me as he flipped over onto his back. "Shut up, Sullivan." I said, turning on my heal to grab some of the bags, Jimmy coming up behind me to help as well. I dropped the bags on the plush, pink couch and went straight for the bed, crashing into it face first. The room was clean and tidy, the bed sheets and blankets smelled like they just got out of the dryer, which surprised me for how sleezy the hotel looked. I turned my head around to face Jimmy coming into the room with the rest of the bags, putting them next to mine. He came and lied down next to me, hands on his stomach as he looked up at the ceiling. "Well, at least it's comfy." He said, putting an arm under his head. "What say you?" He asked, poking my nose with the tip of his index finger. "Mmm.." I muttered, closing my eyes. He got up then, forcing me to turn around. He pulled me up to a sitting position, helping me get my jacket off. "What are you doing?" I asked, trying to hide a yawn. "You're tired, I don't want you to sleep in your clothes like you did last time." He said, bending down to take off my shoes and socks. I rubbed my eyes with the palms of my hands, sighing heavily. "Thanks then." I muttered, dropping my hands into my lap. He just nodded his head, standing me up, his hands resting on my hips. "Ah, ah, ah..I got this. Turn around." I said, pushing his hands away. He just snickered at me, turning around with a huff. I slipped my jeans off and quickly hurried under the blankets, lying on my side, my back facing him. "Okay." I muttered, tucking my hands under my head. He came over to the other side, sliding up on top of the silk blankets, his hands going to their original position as eariler. I looked up at him, watching him stare at everything before looking over at me. He smirked, rolling over on his side. "Go to sleep, munchkin." He said, poking my nose again. I felt my eyes flutter involuntarily, my head dipping down to press against his shoulder. "Goodnight." He whispered, smoothing my hair back as I slowly started to drift off into a soundless slumber.