"Writer's Block"
Rating: K
Warnings: Very mild swearing.
"Eve, if you squeeze that pencil any harder, it's going to break."
The petite blonde haired girl glanced up briefly at her companion who was driving the car.
"But I can not think of anything to write." She replied.
"Well that's not the pencil's fault, now is it?"
Her grip loosened.
"It's called writer's block, princess. You can't force it."
She turned her head slightly to look at the man sprawled across the back seat.
"I thought that you were asleep."
"How can I sleep? I'm so damn hungry." Train whined.
"Well maybe if you got off you lazy butt and did something…"
Sven was cut off by Train complaining that he was the only one who pulled his weight around there. And so it continued, until the audible crack of Eve snapping her pencil echoed through the car. Both head turned towards Eve, whose hair was billowing around her like an aura of death.
Silence reigned.
A/N: I had writer's block, so I wrote about it, and now it's gone.
Reviewers shall be well loved.
Amagake
(On a side note, does anyone recognize the last line? –Hint: You'd have to read some of my other fics.- :D)