I turn on the car and the radio immediately starts playing starboy.

"I fucking love this song," I say as I reverse out of the car park.

"I know right, how good is it?" Justin says, agreeing.

The rest of the song plays out and we mumble the lyrics, not really knowing what the fuck he is saying besides 'I'm a mother Fucking star boy'. Once it finishes, the next song begins and an extremely familiar tune plays causing Justin and I to snap our head towards each other.

"Everybody gets high sometimes you know," he sings cockily causing me to rolls my eyes dramatically.

"Dear lord, here we go"

"What else can we do when we're feeling low? Sing it!!"

"Nope"

"So take a deep break and let it go"

Fuck it, I love this song.

"You shouldn't be drowning on your own," I sing with him and I didn't really notice it but his eyes went a little wide.

"And if you feel your sinking, I will jump right over into cold, cold water for you," he wasn't singing anymore, only me. He just smiled and danced like a 3 year old next to me.

The song continued until it eventually came to an end and Justin turned the radio down causing me to turn to him, confused.

"You're an amazing singer, did you know that?" He says. Oh shit fucker, I forgot I was holding that in.

"Oh shit," I say, covering my mouth, " no that wasn't me, that was the radio."

He laughs, "why are you trying to hide it? You could be an amazing artist!"

"No no no no no no, see I'm more of a song writer, not a singer, you know so that wouldn't really work out for m-"

He cuts me off, "you WRITE music too?! Holy shit Grace, you have to let me take you to my studio!"

"No no no no no no no, see we just had that huge dnm up on the hill back there about people using you and I'm not about to contradict everything I told you, am I?"

"You're not using me if I'm making you do it!"

"No seriously, Justin, if I ever wanted to pursue a singing career, I'd want to do it on my own. Upload a YouTube video and get noticed by some creeper on the internet in the middle of the night, you feel?" He laughs.

"No no, that's just unheard of," he says, causing me to laugh as well, "Seriously though, Grace, at least just come in and record something. If you don't like it, I promise we'll burn it and throw it into the deepest pit in LA."

I think it over for a minute. Do I really want this? I mean it's always been a dream of mine to be a singer but it's been everyone's dream regardless of whether or not you're decent lol. Plus the fame thing really turns me off. Bloody look at Justin! .....I suppose I'm 20, not 12 like he was. But STILL.

Yet again, this is only to record, and I do have a whole book of songs at home crying out to be used for something other than a late night vent sesh from yours truly...what harms a little recording gonna do? I can back out if I want and pretend nothing ever happened. Just like me walking into McDonald the other night and ordering a large McChicken meal with a coke and a sweet and sour sauce. It might've happened, but it didn't really OK.

"Make it Australia's deepest pit and you've got a deal," I say wearily and he smiles.

"Yesssss!" He says thrusting his fist in success. Whatta goof.

"If I sound shit I'll be pissed"

"How about if you sound shit we'll get pissed"

"Too bad I'm still a minor here...."

"Okay, of you're shit we'll fly to Australia, get pissed, then fly back and party"

"You mean be sobered up after the 16 hour flight back and then turned away at the door of the club because I'm still a minor"

"Ah fuck, that sounded full proof in my head," I laugh

"You're just special, that's not a bad thing kiddo," I say pinching his cheek and he swats my hand away.

"Hey now, stop it. Besides, none of these scenarios will be required to come into play any how, you won't sound shit, I guarantee it"

"That's a lot of big words for a special little boy," I say pinching his cheek again and he grabs a hold of my hand and drops it into his lap, still holding it tightly, "oi, give it back. If I loose it, that won't be very handy"

He laughs but grips tighter, "I might be going out on a limb here, but I refuse to give it back until we get home," oh fuck he out punned me. What does this mean? This has never happened before. I can't think of another pun.... Do I crash the car? What the fuck do I do?

"Puns are my thing," I say glaring at him. Fucking smooth Grace you dumb shit. He holds his spare hand up in surrender.

"SO RRY," he says accentuating both syllables, "it can be our thing now." Oh shit. What is he doing? I don't know what to do I don't want a relationship. Wait what the fuck Grace he isn't proposing to you?????? IDK he's hitting on me tho right? Idk I don't talk to boys like this. What is happening why do I always over think everything? You don't need to date him you just share a love for puns. Yes. Yes okay that works. Okay. Wait how long have I been thinking for? Omg he's gonna know I'm over thinking, I've been thinking too long.

"Hellooooo," he says waving his spare hand in my peripherals.

"Huh, oh shit, yeah yeah. Um yeah that'd be punderful," oh fuck no way, "I mean wonderful," no way that was unintentional I FUCKING love myself sometimes honestly.

"Ha punny," he says.

"Were you punderestimating me?"

"No I just think you're trying to pundermine me by showing off"

"You're punbelievable, I would never do that"

"No I think I punderstand what's going on here"

"I thought this was just a bit of pun?"

He stops for a second, "you got me, I'm all out"

"Fuck YES!" I say as I turn off the exit from the motorway and he laughs at me as he shakes his head.

"You know what you need to do again?" I say, changing the subject.

"What?"

"Another carpool karaoke, that shit was hilarious"

"Ah yes, I love doing those. I have done more than anyone else has though..."

"Aaaaaaaand your point is???"

"I've done THREE! I've gotta let other people have a go. The next one is Lady Gaga I think."

I gasp, "QUEEN!"

"You know that first one that I did, with the Rubik's cube?"

"Mmm," I hum.

"When I got a text on my phone and James asked who it was?"

"MmmmmooooooH MY GOD"

"Mmm," he says nodding

"THAT WAS ME!?"

"Mmm," he smiles

"IM FAMOUS," he laughs this time, "but Justin," I say seriously.

"Yeah?"

"Did I hear you wrong when you said something about no holding hands before marriage?" I say and he looks confused at first until he looks down at my hand that he's still gripping rather tightly.

"Oh shit!" He says as he throws my hand away and I return it to the steering wheel, laughing, "well fuck, I guess we have to get married now..." he says throwing his hand up then down.

"Mmm guess so..." I say with a smirk.

But I'm low key actually finding it hard to breath lel