“I hate this!” She groaned, her eyes closing, and foot pressing the gas petal way too hard. Than she stopped, and leaned back, an annoying but adorable pout on her face. You laughed, eyes crinkling at her scared manner. It was amusing, she literally had the courage to beat that girl up for being racist the other day, but can’t do a simple donut in an empty parking lot? Piper, Piper, Piper.

“Piper. you are going to turn eighteen in a few days.” you complained, as her partner, she needed to learn how to drive. You were tired of driving her around every where. You weren’t an uber. And she was grown enough to get over her fear of doing it.

“Baby. Baby.” She fake cried. “Hold my hand.” a demand, even though she had to keep her firm hands on the steering wheel. Almost scared of letting go.