"Hey, Chuck, want to go for a ride?" Mike asked randomly one day.
"I don't, I've never seen you drive before...how do I know I can trust you..." Chuck asked.
"Come on, you can trust me." Mike flashed a smile, which eventually won Chuck over.
"Fine, but if I die, you're not invited to my funeral."
"I'll pay my respects."
"Like hell you will!"
After the car ride:
Chuck had been laying on his side, clutching a pillow, it had been almost two hours.
"Julie, Chuck is gonna need another bucket!" Mike called to Julie as Chuck lost his lunch again. Meanwhile Julie was in the garage helping Dutch clean out Mutt.
"Damn it, Mike, now Chuck is gonna be scared of driving!" Julie snapped. Mike rolled his eyes. Chuck coughed from his spot on the ground, and sat up.
"Dude, I am never driving with anyone else again!" He snapped.
"Anyone else?"
"Yeah, because at least now I know what to expect while driving with you." Chuck replied.
"You threw up just because I sped up." Mike commented, "That wasn't even the half of it."
Chuck turned ghost white.
"Hey, Chuck, want to go for another ride."
A/N: Poor, poor Chuck. Great Mike, you tramatized him! lol, Thanks for reading!
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