This story and the OOCness of Simon and Baz are the strange results of a long car ride with my class, extreme boredom and a prompt from a friend. Basically, I'm sorry.

I have an evil plan to steal SnowBaz involving mind control, whipped cream and a monkey, but until I can act on it, they still belong to Rainbow Rowell.

Simon growled and gripped the steering wheel tighter. He had thought going on a road trip with Baz after their final year at Watford would be fun and relaxing, but now he realized to late just how big a mistake it had been. The mixture of the car ride, the long wished for peace after the battle with the humdrum and a few too many mint Aero Bars had brought out a side of Baz Simon had never seen before, and never thought could possibly exist. It appeared Baz had turned into a hyperactive four year old.

"Hey, Snow! Snow! SNOOOOOOOW? Are we there yet? No? Ok... How about now? Now? What about now. Snow? Are we there now?" This was all Simon had heard for the past four hours, and he was beginning to loose his patience. Sure, it had been cute at first, he had never seen anything as adorable as the usually broody vampire bouncing up and down in his seat with a bit of mint chocolate smeared on the corner of his mouth, but it was getting old. Simon was tired, hungry, thirsty and irritated, and he didn't know how much more of chipper Baz he could take. He honestly felt like he would lose it if Baz opened his mouth one more time.

"Are we there NOW?"

"Baz, shut up! We aren't there yet, we aren't even close! and you could figure that out if you just looked out the bloody window! By Merlin, Crowley and all the ancient gods could you just BE QUITE for 3 seconds?!" His outburst was met with silence, and Simon immediately felt guilty. He sighed deeply and said "Baz, love, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lost my temper." "It's alright." Baz said smiling sheepishly (which is not a way Baz typically smiled. Cynically, proudly, even evilly on occasion, but never sheepishly. Today was full of strange surprises in the moods of Tyrannus Basilton Pitch) "I suppose I was being a little obnoxious." They reached out and laced their fingers together, a comfortable silence settling. Simon smiled, happy to finally have some peace and quiet.

"Simon?" Baz whispered softly. Simon squeezed his boyfriends hand and said "What is it, Baz?"

"Are we there yet?"

I'm sorry for the extreme stupidity and randomness of that story! If you have the time, please review, because reviews are awesome:)

Thanks for reading!