A Very Short Story Part 4

Too Much of a Good Thing

By SilverLady

A stretch of deserted highway.

"Um. Heero?"

*sigh* "What?"

"Can we stop somewhere?"

"No. We'll be late."

"But I gotta pee."

"Hold it."

"But I gotta pee really bad."

"You shouldn't have had that huge soda."

"Yeah, well… I did and now I have to pee really really bad."

"Hang it out the window."

"At seventy miles an hour! I don't think so. Come on, Heero. I gotta pee really really really bad."

"Fine." Heero reaches behind the seat and pulls out an empty soda cup, which he hands to Duo. "Use this."

Duo looks at the cup. "Um.. Heero."

"What now?"

"I don't think it's big enough."

Heero rolls his eyes, but reaches behind the seat again. "Here."

He hands Duo an empty gallon milk jug.

"Uh… Thanks."

Several minutes later.

"Heero?"

Heero grinds his teeth. "What?"

"Can we stop somewhere? I'm thirsty."

*sweatdrop*

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And since this was the easiest way I could think of to reach those of you who read Golden Lights on FanFiction.net I have a question. Who do you think is holding the knife to Trowa's throat? And why? I'm curious to know people's theories on it.