I am trying to avoid starting any in progress stories until I finish some of my other in progress stories, but this is one of the few exceptions I will be making because I promised a sequel to Bonding Through Terror a long time ago and finally decided to deliver.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize. I only own Tina and Timmy Barclay (Andy and Jamie's kids).

WARNINGS: TWINCEST (only some in this chapter)

"Bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish! How many pieces do you wish?" Tina Barclay chanted as she went back and forth from pointing to her fist to her brother's. It finally landed on her's. "I wish… fifteen."

Her brother nodded before beginning to count back and forth from one fist to the other until it finally landed on his.

"I win!" Tina cheered.

Tina and Timmy Barclay were the twin children of Andy and Jamie Barclay. Tina looked almost exactly like her mother, and that made Timmy a male version of Jamie Lloyd. They both had her wavy brown hair and her big, adorable brown eyes. They had a few scattered freckles and pale skin.

Thirteen year old Tina and Timmy were currently on an overnight field trip with their class. They were going to a week long program in Michigan, and it was a very long bus ride up there, so the twins had occupied themselves by playing simple games, like Bubblegum In A Dish, Concentration, Chop Sticks, and such. But it was quickly getting boring, and they weren't even in Michigan yet.

"You always win," Timmy complained. "I think you cheat."

"If I cheat at Bubblegum, you cheat at Concentration," Tina told him.

"How can you cheat at Concentration?"

"I don't know. I'm good at Bubblegum; you're good at Concentration. Let's leave it at that," she laughed. "Want to play Rock, Paper, Scissors?"

Timmy sighed, bored out of his mind. "Sure," he agreed, deciding it was better than sitting there doing nothing.

"Rock, paper, scis-" Tina began, and she was abruptly cut off by a groan in the engine, and the bus came to an abrupt halt. Kids were thrown forward, barely catching themselves on the seats in front of them, and the engine rumbled and moaned as smoke began to creep around the door of the compartment that held the engine.

"Stay on the bus," one of the chaperones, Mr. Wiles, called as he and the bus driver and two other chaperone stepped off of the bus.

"You don't think we'll be stranded here, do you?" Timmy asked.

"No," Tina replied. "Besides, even if we are, they'll call our parents to come pick us up."

"I can't believe we have to go on a school field trip," Timmy complained. "On Halloween, too! Why couldn't we have gone on… St. Patrick's Day or Valentine's Day or something like that?"

"I like Valentine's Day," Tina commented with a joking smile.

"Yeah, because you actually get Valentines. Not all of us are one of the cutest girls in the forth grade!" Timmy exclaimed.

"So you think I'm cute?" Tina asked.

"No," Timmy said, his smile dropping. "Gross."

He didn't want her to know just how hot he thought his sister was. Normal boys didn't have crushes on their twins (or their sisters, for that matter). Normal kids didn't think of their sisters as hot or felt the urge to kiss them. That wasn't normal. And if Timmy wanted to be normal, he needed to fight the urge to kiss his sister and correct himself whenever he tried to think of his sister in a romantic way. That was wrong. He needed to be normal.

Tina looked away upon hearing her brother's response. She didn't want him to see the disappointment in her eyes; she didn't want him to know that she'd been hoping he would say yes. Normal girls don't have crushes on their twin brothers. Normal kids don't think their brothers are handsome or fantasize about marrying their brother. That wasn't normal. And if Tina wanted to be normal, she couldn't give into the urge to press her lips against her brother's and to whisper I love you to him in a way that was definitely more than a sibling kind of love. That was wrong. She needed to be normal.

But the more they thought about how wrong their feelings were, the more they wondered: If this is wrong, then why does it feel so right?

Mr. Wiles stepped back onto the bus.

"All right, everyone," he announced. "The bus is broken down. It will be taken to a repair shop, but since it is getting dark, we will need to stay here for the night. If the bus is not fixed by morning, we will call your parents to pick you up. We have bought you all bus tickets, and that bus will drop us off a block from a hotel. I want everyone to get in a single file line and get your tickets from Mrs. Maxine. Thank you."

"I knew we'd get stranded," Timmy, who tended to be the pessimistic one out of the twins, muttered as they joined their class in walking down the bus aisle.

"It won't be so bad," Tina, who tended to look on the bright side of things, told him as they accepted their bus tickets from Mrs. Maxine.

"Where are we, anyway?" Timmy asked as they got off of the bus and stood with their class in the grassy area with only a single building: a gas station. There was a sign labeled Bus Stop next to the gas station.

Tina glanced at the town listed on her bus ticket, and she smiled at her brother.

"We, dear brother," she said, "are in Haddonfield, Illinois!"

Thanks for reading! Goodbye, everyone!