A song that Jordan doesnât recognize plays over the car radio quietly and he watches as Lydia reaches over to turn up the volume a little, her fingers tapping against the steering wheel to the beat as she zooms down route 99. Just taking one look at her, he can tell that sheâs trying her best to stay awake. He figures that she didnât sleep well at the motel they stayed at last night, probably from the fact that the beds were uncomfortable. Heâs not sure of course, since he doesnât even own a bed back at his apartment, opting to just sleep on his couch because after his years in the army and unhealthy sleeping habits, heâs pretty sure heâll never get used to a bed again.
Itâs nearly six in the morning and dawn is peaking over the horizon. The first rays of light slowly fill up the sky, turning the dark blue of the sky into a soft orange-red. Lydia reaches for her coffee and takes a few sips since itâs most likely the only thing keeping her awake right now.
But even then, Jordan knows sheâs tired.
Itâs basically confirmed when she merges too much into the other lane before realizing what sheâs doing and swerving back into her own lane, murmuring sleepy apologies under her breath. And before he knows what heâs doing, his fingers reach up to touch her wrist on the steering wheel, grabbing her attention. âLydia, pull over. Let me drive for awhile.â
The strawberry blonde snorts, glancing at his fingers on her wrist and then over at him and he can tell that sheâs trying to look wide awake as possible. âIâm fine, Jordan. And besides, you drove the majority of yesterday. The least I can do is drive for the next few hours. Iâm fine. Really.â
He sighs, letting his fingers drop from her wrist. âI know you can drive, Lydia. But youâre tired. You should get some rest first and then you can drive later,â he says calmly and then adds, âI mean, itâs the least I can do. Especially after everything youâve done to help me try and figure out whatever supernatural creature I am...And now youâre driving 600 miles with me to Carlsbad just to talk to one of Deatonâs druid friends who might be able to help me out when you could be spending your summer with your friends.â
He was wary of going on this roadtrip with herâand he still is waryâeven though it was technically her idea in the first place. Deaton was the one to tell her about this other druid who might be able to help them since they apparently might know more than him about whatever it is he might be. Lydia then came to him of course, and no matter how many times Jordan told her they didnât have to, that it was okay, and basically no, he still gave in at the end because as much as he doesnât want to admit it, Lydia Martin has him wrapped around her finger and heâs perfectly fine with that.
Sheâs smart, beautiful, and amazingly confident. It was almost impossible to not be awestruck by her.
However, it doesnât stop him from feeling guilty. Which he feels far too often now since theyâve been spending more and more time together.
Lydia must have heard the guilt in his tone because she flashes him a small smile. âJordan, I could be spending my summer with the others but I wanted to come with you. It was my decision. So donât feel bad about it, okay?â
He nods halfheartedly. âOkay. But to be honest, I think Iâll feel less bad about it if you get some rest and let me drive for a bit,â he murmurs sheepishly, ducking his head a little.
His boyish embarrassment only makes Lydia smile wider and roll her eyes before pulling over to the shoulder of the road. âFine. You can drive.â They end up switching seats and when she gets into the passenger, he feels her narrow her eyes at him and give him a challenging look. âBut donât think Iâm letting you drive because Iâm actually tired. Because, Â Iâm absolutely notââ Sheâs interrupted midway by a yawn escaping her lips and Jordan has to try his best to bite back a grin.
He ends up failing miserably. âYou were saying?â He chuckles softly, which only gets a pointed look from her, before revving up the engine and getting back on the road.
Two hours later theyâre passing by Bakersfield and Lydiaâs fast asleep on his shoulder, softly snoring. It makes him smile and even though she told him earlier that sheâs only letting him drive until they pass Bakersfield, Jordan doesnât bother waking her, instead letting her get the much needed sleep she deserves. (That, and the fact that he canât help but think she looks absolutely adorable while sleeping and he doesnât have the heart to wake her up.)
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but can you imagine the only reason the hellhound said jordan is dead is bc he likes the banshee but all the banshee cares about is this stupid deputy man that he has no use for like the hellhounds prob thinking THERE IS NO JORDAN PARRISH. THERE'S JUST ME. GOD WHY WON'T YOU NOTICE ME *WHINES*
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omg I LOVE CAKE and i love ice cream cake sooooo much like idk how people can eat any other cake that isnât icecream (AND CHOCOLATE CAKE i love chocolate cake <33)
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you're perf and beautiful and you're so fun to talk to about things because you actually care and don't give generic responses i just really think you're so great!!!!!! (super anon opinion)
OH MY GOD KELS you are so sweet omg !!!! thank you sO MUCH and i always love when you send me marrish headcanons theyâre so adorable i love them so much <33 also i hope you have a fantastic week ahead :))Â
