"God, please tell me you accidentally took your mom's iPod by mistake," Kenny says, wrinkling his nose in distaste as he scrolls through Kyle's library.
"Get your feet off my dashboard, McCormick," Kyle responds, his eyes never straying from the road. "And what's wrong with my music?"
"You're a fucking hipster fag, that's what's wrong." Kyle grins at this, if only because Kenny can say the fag-word without being censored. It's comforting, somehow.
"If you want to go from here to Canada without any music, that's fine," is all he can come up with. If there was anything Kyle hated, it was driving his brother back and forth from his Canadian Pride rallies. At least he has company this time.
Kenny sighs and hits the shuffle button. He throws his head back onto the headrest and half-laughs, half-groans as the music starts to play.
"Of course. It couldn't have chosen one of the few good songs on this miserable thing." Kyle lets it pass. Kenny's never been known for his impeccable taste in music. "Hey, there's a Penny Lane back home, remember?" As if in the three hours they'd spent away from their hometown Kyle would have forgotten the street names. "D'you think this song is about South Park, maybe?"
Kyle laughs at this. "I doubt Sir Paul McCartney has been to South Park."
"I don't know, man. My mom said she went to a Beatles concert once."
"Your mom's full of shit."A comfortable silence settles in for a few moments. Kenny casually rolls down the window, letting the cold mountain air rush into the car. Then, just as the second chorus swells up,
"Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes!" Suddenly Kenny is halfway out the window, waving his arms into the empty expanse of the Coloradoan night and shouting the words of the song he'd proclaimed to hate just moments ago at the top of his lungs.
"Get back in here, jackass!" Kyle shouts, unable to keep the incredulous laughter from his voice. He grabs at one of Kenny's wildly kicking feet, but is unable to keep a hold on it.
"Never! I'm enjoying the night, and you can't stop me!" Kenny yells back. Okay, maybe allowing him to bring along a 12-pack of his dad's beer had been a bad idea.
"You'd better get your ass back in the car," Kyle warns, unable to shake the feeling that he is channeling his mother. He steps down on the pedal, accelerating to the point that he can hear the tires screeching against the broken asphalt. Kenny tumbles back into the car, breathless and laughing.
"You're insane," Kyle mutters with no real conviction.
"Oh yeah?" With another breathy snicker Kenny has his head out the window again. "I'm in love!" he hollers, his voice breaking a bit. "I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love."
"More like 'You're drunk, you're drunk, you're drunk," Kyle retorts, but his heart clenches a bit. And as Kenny repeats the phrase like a mantra for all the Woodland Critters to hear and the music changes to a softer, gentler song, he can't help but smile and wish that moments like this could come around more often.
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Notes: Uh. 'Penny Lane' by the Beatles has been stuck in my head for days, so I finally just sat down and…this happened. Yeah. It kind of sucks, but it is what it is. Blah. As a side note, Kyle is totally going to grow up to be the biggest hipster on the planet. Scarves, glasses and everything.
Anyway, please review, whether you loved it or hated it. It would make me very very happy. :D