── .✦"Pull over, I think I'm in love!"

Deadpool doesn't drive.

*Well, he* can , got a license and everything, but he knows he's a passenger princess at heart.

Today was a bit different. Nobody to coddle him, he finally drove on his own.

Music blasting through the busted up speakers, the scratched CD he jammed in occasionally making the music grainy. "Oh, come on!" He groaned, slamming his fist against the radio as it skipped, hitting it a few more times before giving up, realizing hitting it would do nothing.

He sighed, leaning against the car seats back rest, both hands on the wheel as he drove in the surprisingly empty high way. A semi truck here, a Honda there, a old man driving, some middle aged woman driving the next, a smoking hot babe driving the one that just passed...

"Wait, Smoking hot babe?!"

He sat up straight in the car, watching as you drove past, completely unaware of his existence, passing it off as another beat up car you had to pass in order to get home, but he was aware. Well aware.

He pressed his foot on the gas pedal, rolling down his window as he tried getting your attention when he finally caught up with your cars speed "Hey! HEY!"

His head was peeked out the window, attention fully on your face, trying to squint for a better view through your tinted windows. "Pull over!" He shouted, honking his horn, only to swerve slightly as he almost collided with a car passing his.

"Ah, shit!" He whispered to himself, frantically putting both hands on the wheel before, when the coast was clear, repeating the same stupid act. Pushing his head out of the car window, not caring to keep his eyes on the road as unconsciously his hands moved from the wheel, waving in the air to catch your attention, but you where three lanes away, you probably didn't even know he was there. The wind howled as his car moved, all he heard was the fast rush of air pushing against his face in the open wind.

With a screech, he fumbled with the wheel, aggressively turning the car to merge to the lane next to yours, the truck behind him slamming on the horn, missing the crash by . "Hey! I'm talking to you!" He shouted, and somehow, you didn't acknowledge him.

With no choice, well...many choices. He could've just drove off, maybe honked his horn instead of putting everyone driving by in danger, but this love we're talking about!

His jaw clenched, the up beat white girl music blasting from his crappy radio hyping him up as he put his head back in the car, both hands white knuckling the steering wheel as he moved, ramming your car.

Hearing the gross scratching of metal against metal he winced "God, I hate that sound!" He yelled to himself before quickly snapping out of his internal complain, slamming his hand on the horn as you managed to keep driving. "Pull OVER!" He shouted, watching you try to speed to avoid the crazy lunatic. "Come ON! I just want your number!" He yelled, the speedometer accelerating.

60...65...70...79...

"I'm a gentleman! Promise!" He shouted, unable to realize just how insane he looked as his cars pace finally matched yours, driving next to you "Pull over! I LOVE YOU!" He shouted to you, a complete stranger he didn't even know the name of, but he couldn't help it. You were, as he would say, 'totally his type'!

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