How We Met [Punk/Lacy]

"Why would you do 110 miles per hour when the limit is 80?!"

He sighed.

"I don't know how Colt puts up with you."

"I could say the same to you. Colt's a jackass, but you're just on another level."

"Oh, good one. You really hurt my feelings there sweetheart..." he said as he rolled his eyes.

He continued to drive until he had to slow because the car was breaking down.

"Fuck..." he muttered.

"Great." Lacy leaned her head on the window. "It's probably overheated. Pull over."

"Yes princess."

"Oh go to hell." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, cause I haven't heard that one."

"Glad to know that people share my view." She rolls her eyes. "Pull the car over!"

He pulled over.

"I'll check it out."

"The car is overheated because you've been flooring it for the past seventy five miles." She rolls her eyes. "Nothing to check out."

"Right, my bad." he sighed as he sat back.

*Two hours later*

Lacy laughs, holding her side with one hand and trying to push his hands away with the other. "S-stop!"

"Oh what? Come on, you know you love it." he chuckled as he continued to tickle her.

"I give! Oh my sides.." Lacy laughs trying to catch her breath.

"Alright alright, fine." he said as he stopped tickling her.

"Geez." She started to catch her breath.

He chuckled a little.

"See? I'm not that bad to be stuck with for hours."

"Could say the same to you."

"True." he chuckled.

"Generally everything I say is true."

"Sorry, I wouldn't know." he chuckled.

"So. Colt told me you were having girl issues?"

"Oh yeah, I'd just rather not talk about it though." he shrugged.

"Might be good to get it out to another girl. I could probably help you understand her thought process a little better."