This is a birthday one-shot for Kiwistar.

Thank you for all of your help and stuff. x

I hope you like this. I went with a Hardy's and Shannon story. It's short, but I like it as it is.

Happy Birthday! xxx

"I don't feel so good." Shannon groaned from the back seat of the car.

"I'm not stopping again." Matt told him.

"But I think I'm gonna puke." The blonde man pleaded with him.

"No." the elder Hardy replied, turning up the radio.

It was a warm spring day, and Matt was driving himself, Jeff and Shannon to a house show. The rainbow haired Hardy was currently making some kind of sculpture using gum and Skittles packets. Shannon had already made Matt stop the car twice since they set off.

Matt was wary of stopping at service stations, because Jeff seemed to revert to being a hyperactive child when anywhere near them. Whether it was the food or the gas fumes, his brother had no idea.

Shannon was making a makeshift "puke bag" out of whatever trash was in the back seat of the car. He opened the window, but Matt said it was now too cold and Jeff complained that it was getting in the way of his art.

"Maybe if I drive?" Shannon suggested.

"How's that gonna help?" asked Jeff without looking up from his creation.

"Cause, I'll be occupied and I won't have time to think about puking." He replied.

"You know the way?" Matt asked him.

"Of course, I've drove this route before." Shannon assured him.

"I guess so." Matt nodded.

At the next stop, Matt swapped seats with Shannon. The dark haired Hardy brother put his headphones in and fell asleep listening to his iPod. Jeff also fell asleep soon after, resting his head on the "art" that he had made earlier. The Prince of Punk carried on driving. It was darker now, so some of the signs were difficult to read, although Shannon was sure he knew where he was going.

Matt continued to sleep, his headphones still in place. The blonde guy figured that they would get to the venue a lot faster if they took a small "diversion" along the way. Both Hardy's slept, unaware of where they were.

Satisfied with his detour, Shannon relaxed into some music of his own. About two hours later, tiredness was creeping in. The blonde decided to wake one of the Hardy brothers to swap with him.

"Hey, Jeff." He hissed to the sleeping mound in the back seat.

"Mm, Skittles." The mound replied.

"Ok, Matt?" Shannon asked, tapping his shoulder.

"What?" Matt opened his eyes and sat up in the passenger seat.

"D'you wanna take over?" the blonde asked.

"No, let's rest and set off when it gets light again." Matt replied.

The three of them got comfortable, as they tried to get some sleep before setting off again. It was the sound of Matt's voice that awoke both Jeff and Shannon as soon as it was daylight.

"Shannon, I'm gonna kill you!"

"What?" the Prince of Punk rubbed his eyes.

"Huh?" Jeff raised his head from the back seat. A Skittles packet was stuck to the side of his face.

"What does that sign say?" the elder Hardy asked.

"Um…" Shannon's eyes widened at the realisation.

Ahead of them, was a large sign that read: WELCOME TO CANADA.

"We're supposed to be going to Pittsburgh!" Matt shouted.

"Sorry?" Shannon shrugged.

Was that ok? I hope so.

You can review if you want. xxx