A/N: This might be a tad hard to follow, but basically it's a story of the fun times that happens in two separate cars. One car holds Legacy and Randy Orton, the other the Hardy Boyz. I own no one, Vince does, or they own themselves, whichever.
"Rock and Roll!"
"Pop!"
"Rock and Roll!"
"Pop!"
That's what awoke Randy Orton from his very necessary nap. He opened his cold blue eyes and glared at the two men in front of him. One, Cody Rhodes, was sitting in the passenger's seat, the other was Ted DiBiase Jr, and he was driving. They were yet again arguing over music. It seemed every trip the three of them made, the two of them would always fight over what to listen to. If Randy had it his way, there would be no music at all.
"If you two don't shut up, I'm going to throw you through the front windshield!" shouted a very cranky Randy as he sat up in his seat, glaring that viper glare at the two boys. They both shut their mouths, glancing back at Randy. Randy smirked faintly before leaning his head against the window once more, closing his eyes.
He was just on the verge of falling asleep again when the boys woke him up again. This time Cody was singing to the music, very badly. Randy groaned and proceeded to bang his head against the window, hoping to knock himself out.
Matt and Jeff's car
"NO!" shouted Matt for the fifth time as he gripped the wheel tightly, his hands growing more red as time passed. Jeff looked over at his brother, his eyes as wide as saucers. His hands were clamped together in a begging position, his lips formed into a pout.
"But Matt! I need my skittles! It's not my fault you dragged me out of the hotel room before I could get my stash!" said Jeff in retaliation, pouting even more at his older brother. He was desperate for his skittles, they were his main food in life and he needed them, he needed them more than life itself.
"Jeff, if you don't shut up about your skittles, I'm going to place you in the back and gag you!" threatened Matt, growing tired of his brother's constant whining. He loved his brother, but the fact that he hadn't shut up about his skittles for the past hour was getting old fast and Matt's patience was growing thin. Matt's words silenced Jeff for a good ten minutes before he looked over at his brother again, the pout once more on his lips. Matt sighed and looked over at his brother, weakened by that pout.
"Alright, next time we come to a gas station you can buy some skittles," said Matt, finally giving in to his brother's wishes. Jeff grinned widely before bouncing up and down in his seat for a few minutes. He stopped soon after, and pressed his nose up to the window, watching for signs that led to a gas station while Matt sighed, tired already and they had so much further to go.