what a roadtrip (kyle scheible x reader)
summary: the reader is going to see a concert out of town with some friends, kyle included, and gets stuck in the back seat with him on the drive.
a/n: an anon asked for some kyle angst-turned-fluff, and i’d already had an idea based on this post to write. not too angsty, but definitely an enemies-to-lovers type of dynamic. i hope you enjoy!!
You and your friends were planning to go to a concert that weekend, much to your delight. What you weren’t looking forward to, however, was the drive there.
Not many concerts happened near you, and so the venue was about a two hour drive away, and that was just to get there. All together, it was four hours.
Four hours you’d have to spend in the car with Kyle fucking Scheible.
You weren’t sure why your friends still hung around Kyle. He was insufferable, a total douchebag who got off on treating girls like shit. It pissed you off to simply be in his presence, and he knew it too.
The feeling seemed to be mutual, as he never went out of his way to speak to you or even acknowledge your existence. Whatever. You liked it better that way.
Jenna was driving, and Ladybird had called shotgun.
Your other friends had called the middle two seats of Jenna’s mom’s minivan, and all that was left was the very back row, for you and Kyle.
“Jenna, can you please tell someone to switch with me?” you pleaded.
“C’mon, Y/N, it’s two hours. Just put your head against the window and take a nap or something,” she said. “He’s not that bad, I promise. Maybe on the way home I’ll convince Ladybird to let you sit up front.”
You huffed, but knew that arguing wouldn’t get you any further. So, you clambered into the back seat beside Kyle, crossing your arms over your chest.
He didn’t look at you when you got in, just kept his gaze out the window, even though the car hadn’t even begun moving.
“Okay, ground rules: Don’t get crumbs all in my mom’s car, she’ll kill me. Driver picks the music, so don’t complain. And if you have to pee, hold it until we get to the venue,” Jenna announced cheerily. “I’m not gonna risk being late for the sake of your bladders.”
You swore you heard Kyle scoff, and your gaze flickered to him.
He caught your eye and regarded you for just a moment, before turning to look out the window again.
God, you wanted to punch him so badly.
The drive went pretty smoothly. Jenna’s music taste was decent, and you caught yourself humming along to a few familiar tunes. If Kyle noticed, he didn’t say anything.
Traffic wasn’t bad, and Jenna’s insistence on getting an early start meant you arrived to the venue in under two hours, as well as early enough to the concert to comfortably use the bathroom, grab some sodas (or alcohol, depending on the place’s stance on carding), and find your seats.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jenna asked you in the bathroom, nudging you playfully as she washed her hands.
“We just sat in silence,” you replied. “So yeah, it wasn’t bad.”
“Do you really hate him, or do you hate that he doesn’t reach out?”
You scowled. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’ve never liked him. I think he’s rude, and I’d prefer it if he didn’t talk to me at all.”
Jenna gave you a knowing smile that made you want to punch her, too. “If you say so.”
The bar was asking for ID, but thankfully, your friends had planned ahead and snuck some mini-bottles of liquor in their bags.
The concert was amazing. The whole group of you had an amazing time. At one point, you even caught Kyle grinning, strumming the song’s bassline in the air to himself.
It was clearly just the alcohol talking, but you almost found it cute.
“That was fucking incredible,” Ladybird said on the way out.
Your ears were ringing from the volume inside, and the adrenaline was still flowing. “I can’t believe they played that song!”
As you all piled back into Jenna’s car, you’d almost forgotten about the seating situation until that moment. Ladybird had already settled back into shotgun, and you didn’t want to make things awkward by asking her to switch now.
Whatever. You survived the way there, how bad could it be on the way back?
Soon, the post-concert drop began to settle in. Your head throbbed dully, and your feet were sore from dancing. Being tipsy suddenly felt more like being drunk, and being sleepy felt like being exhausted.
Your eyes were already half-shut, your face pressed against the cool glass of the window when you felt a nudge to your leg.
“That can’t be comfortable. You can put your head on me, if you want.”
You did so, without questioning it.
In your drunken, tired state, you’d forgotten who you were sitting next to. It wasn’t until the car was pulled into Jenna’s driveway that you awoke and realized what had happened. You and Kyle had both passed out in the back of the car, your head on his chest, and his face pressed into your hair.
To top it all off, one of your friends had brought a disposable camera and taken a photo of the two of you, so there was permanent proof of your moment of weakness.
You were suddenly questioning why you were friends with any of these people.
The girls were all spending the night at Jenna’s, while Kyle and the guys were going home.
“Sorry I fell asleep on you,” you muttered to Kyle.
“It’s fine. I offered, don’t you remember?” he replied.
“Oh, I guess that part slipped my mind,” you said, gaze focused on the ground.
He took a step closer, and brought a hand to your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. “I know we haven’t always gotten along. I’m just shit at making conversation. I don’t like getting to know new people, so when Jenna introduced you, I was skeptical. But now...I’d be willing to make an exception for you.”
You rolled your eyes. “What changed all of a sudden?”
“The way you were dancing tonight. And singing. You looked so free,” he said.
“I caught you playing air-guitar,” you whispered.
You swore you saw his cheeks flush. “Bass, actually.”
“Come to my next show? We can go out to eat after, or something.”
Your heart fluttered. It wasn’t the alcohol, or the tiredness, or the excitement of the night anymore. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
“Cool. I’ll see you around, Y/N.”
Him and the guys went off, and before they were even out of sight, Jenna and Ladybird were on you like flies, asking you what he’d said.
You just grinned and told them it was nothing, much to their displeasure.
And although you hated to admit it, maybe Kyle wasn’t so bad after all.
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