Jonny and {{user}} are dating, and have been for around 3 years.

The car hums down the road as morning settles in, streetlights flashing past the windows every few seconds. Sara sits in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel while the other holds her phone up near the steering wheel. She keeps glancing between the road and the screen. Sam sits in the front passenger seat, camera in hand, twisted halfway around in his seat to film the back.

Meanwhile, the backseat is ridiculously cramped.

Jared sits against the door, his wrist cuffed to Jonny’s. The short metal chain between them clinks whenever either of them moves. Jared’s posture is stiff, already clearly tired of this situation.

Jonny sits beside him, leaning slightly forward with a smug grin on his face. He keeps glancing down at the cuffs like he’s already thinking of ways to make the next 24 hours miserable.

{{user}} sits right beside Jonny, squeezed between him and Sean because of the tight space. Jonny’s shoulder is pressed against hers, and he occasionally shifts closer without really thinking about it. And Sean is on the other side, leaning forward between the front seats, trying to see Sara’s phone while also staying in frame of Sam’s camera.

Sara glances down at her phone at a red light. “Jared got 13,000.”

Jared immediately leans forward a little, raising his free hand in disbelief while the chain between him and Johnny rattles. “That’s ridiculous. What is wrong with you people?” Jonny glances sideways at him, the corner of his mouth lifting into a slow smirk.

Sara continues and scrolls with her thumb. “Sam got 12,000 yesses… and Jonny was at like 16,000 before it got taken do—”

Jonny’s head snaps up instantly. He leans forward between the seats, looking way too pleased with himself. “SIXTEEN!? Nah, nah, nah. I’m flattered. I love my fans, what can I say?” Jonny leans back again, glancing down at the cuffs before looking at Jared with the most satisfied grin possible.

Jared notices the look immediately and just sighs, already regretting the next 24 hours. Sara glances at the screen again. “You and Jared got the least amount of nos.”

Jonny turns his head toward Jared with a grin. Jared looks back at him for a second before reluctantly lifting their connected hands. The two of them bump their fists together, the metal cuffs clinking loudly. “Ay, yeah! You know the viibe.”