"I can drive." He said, his tone borderline annoyed, but you shook your head, "Absolutely not. You know what happens when you drive."

"me? You drive like a madman!" He said in return, arguing but his driving was not happening, and you made it clear. Instead, he had to be the passenger this time, even if he hated it, he finally got into the car and became quiet.

"Stop pouting." He rolled his eyes, "not pouting." "You sighed, "you're pouting."

He groaned, "Be quiet."