Chapter 2
After driving for about three hours in peaceful, glorious silence, Jean did something stupid. He leaned over and whispered to Marco, "Hey, you think we'll be getting a show anytime soon?" He jerked a thumb towards the back seat. Marco's face turned a bright shade of red, but he focused on the road instead of answering Jean.
Ymir heard the word 'show', and saw Jean gesture towards the back seat. She leaned forward and slugged Jean in the arm, making Jean whine like a little bitch, which was the intended effect. Jean turned and showed off his impressive vocabulary of words not to be repeated in front of children to Ymir, and she flipped him the bird.
Marco decided that he'd had enough and took one hand off of the steering wheel to grab a spray bottle from under his seat. He sprayed Jean and Ymir, somehow managing to keep his eyes on the road. Jean and Ymir swore simultaneously, and sank back into their seats, trying to dry their faces off.
Marco wondered where Christa had been during all this, so he snuck a glance in the rear-view mirror, seeing her asleep with her face pressed against the window. He sighed and continued driving.