Date number 2~

jamesdavidm:

“Aw, c’mon, dude. I wasn’t being a jerk,” he whined. “I was messin’ around, and you’re just an easy target and—” he interrupted himself. “Yeah. I am a jerk,” he grinned.

James fastened his surfboard to the roof of Kendall’s car and dumped his belongings in the back seat. He then slipped into the passenger side of the car and took a seat, buckling up.

“I don’t remember the last time I’ve ridden in a car with you,” he held on to the seatbelt. “Have to take precaution.”

As James takes a seat and begins to buckle up, Kendall lowers down all the windows and puts the car in reverse. He turns to look back, putting his arm behind James’ seat, and backs out of the driveway. He slams on the breaks at James’ comment, and frowns at James. “I’ve never gotten a ticket, sir,” he pauses for a moment. “Well, okay. I was pulled over when I was first starting but I got a warning,” he raises his eyebrows at James, emphasizing the ‘warning’ part.

“You’re a jerk,” he laughs as he lightly smacks James behind the head, pulling out of the driveway completely and setting both hands on the wheel again. “See? I’m a great driver. Both hands on the wheel,” he demonstrates, grinning over at James, starts driving to the beach, speeding up a little.

The weather is warm, but the wind keeps him cool, and it’s just the perfect beach weather. He finds himself switching his gaze from the road and James occasionally, trying not to get distracted. But the way James’ hair flows around him is merely captivating, and the glow that he elicits when the sun hits James’ tan skin nearly takes his breath away. Or maybe he’s just imagining it, but he doubts it. He kinda wishes he were the passenger so he can just sit there and stare at James, and probably creep him out a little. He forces himself to keep most of his focus on the road, or there could really be an accident, but he finds himself failing every now and then. “When’s the last time you’ve been surfing, James?” he decides to ask him.