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Imagine going on a car ride with Peter, who loves to go down abandoned, old roads and speed as fast as the car that he’s driving can go. 

You’re jamming out to one of his mixtapes at full blast, and you glance over at him with a wide smile, singing out Journey lyrics. He’s beautiful. His silver hair glowing in the sun that was leaking through the window, his pale arms holding onto the steering wheel with a tight grip. His Queen T-shirt would occasionally puff up in the front as air ran through the car due to the open windows. His leather jacket was thrown against his seat, as it was too warm to wear it right now, and the cool of the wind felt good against his bare skin. 

His goggles were snug on your head as you had taken them from him the moment he started driving. You liked to wear them, and he loved you wearing them because you looked amazingly cute in them.

It almost feels surreal, being there with him. You stare at him for a few seconds as he sings, his dimple making itself known as his mouth forms the words. The blue sky above is almost cloudless, save for the few speckles here and there. The sun is high in the sky, and the rays hitting the dashboard of the car gave a sort of warmth to your skin that you appreciated.

He’s grinning wildly, singing the song towards you at the top of your lungs.

You throw your head back and laugh, looking out the window at the scenery that is literally flying by. 

Peter takes a second to look at you, barely a glance, and you’re barely a blur in his vision because he needs to watch the road but what he caught was perfect.

Your head was thrown back, a smile donning your cheeks, your hair scattering into your face as the wind hit your cheeks as the music continued to pound out of the speakers.

Peter smiles to himself.

You’re everything he’s ever wanted.