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Chapter Two:

Of Mad Libs, Sleeping Legs, and Pit Stops

"Adjective, adjective, adjective..." Reid murmured, tapping a pen to his lips, "dull," he said as he scribbled the word into the Mad Lib on his lap. It had taken him a grand total of ten minutes to get bored enough to resort to ancient children's games.

A couple minutes later and a few more mumbled nouns Reid stopped writing to look over his finished work. Chuckling to himself, he waited for someone to ask him to read it out loud. When no one did, he started to laugh louder, that sort of laugh you would normally reserve for older people who would like to think themselves funny. Still, no one was biting.

"HA HA HA," Reid shouted, inches away from a sleeping Tyler, causing Tyler's head to lurch upright and blink bleary eyed at a grinning Reid.

"Huh wha? We there already?" Tyler asked trying to shake the cobwebs.

Reid scowled, bottom lip started to jut out again, "no, but I wanted to read you the Mad Lib I just finished."

"Is that what you're doing back there? I thought you were choking," Caleb said from the driver's seat.

"Hoped is more like it," Pogue grumbled, he had also been woken up by Reid's shouted laughter.

Rolling his eyes, Reid continued, "Anyways, I wanted to read the Mad Lib I just finished, and I think you'd all like to hear it," he ignored the muttered 'no's from Pogue and Caleb and continued onward. "Ahem, Commercial breaks during Saturday morning television programs are filled with advertisements for new toys and electronic pillows that are supposed to educate cars. For example, there are dull versions of arcade games called 'Mario and the Lizards' and 'Mules and Windows.' Dolls continue to be a favorite. Today you can find steering wheel dolls for boys, and, of course, the ever-popular Tyler doll-" this caused Tyler to give an insulted 'hey!' and punch Reid in the arm, "for girls. Each Tyler needs hundreds of dollars worth of socks and has a shiny boyfriend named Caleb." It was Caleb's turn to be insulted while Pogue chuckled away, only half listening, "And no toy collection is complete without the space toys such as the super-powered turbo-lift hair and the computerized robot teeth. But I guess my favorite new toy is the Shmig-Shmack, because even my brilliant brother can't seem to figure out what it is or how to put it together." Reid grinned, really quite pleased with himself.

Tyler scowled, "why'd you put my name in it huh? Why not Pogue's or your own name?" apparently Tyler was rather insulted by Reid, yet again.

Reid shrugged, "I was just following the rules, and it asked for a girl's name in the room, I couldn't exactly cheat, now could I?" Okay, well, actually the book had just asked for any girl's name, Reid had just decided to be a bugger and piss Tyler off.

"Yeah? Well why me? Why not Pogue or Caleb?"

Reid sighed like it was the simplest thing in the world, "because Pogue isn't exactly a girl's name, is it? And Caleb was already the shiny boyfriend, so that only left you, and besides that, you should be honored that I wanted you in my little story, so say 'thank you Reid the Great,'" Reid was doing that stupid cat grin again.

"Thank you Reid the Gr-hey! I'm not going to thank you for making me a Barbie, I should be kicking your ass!" Tyler snarled, all signs of sleepiness quickly fading away.

"Hey you two knock it off, don't make me come back there," Pogue said, still laughing.

Both Reid and Tyler pointed at the other and said at the exact same time, "he started it!"

A whole half hour had gone by since the Mad Libs fiasco, and Reid was still bored out of his mind. He had tried sleeping, but it was quite hard to get some shut-eye when he was without a pillow, the window was cold, and his forehead was constantly smacking into the glass. Then he tried reading, which had the group parked on the shoulder of the highway while Reid puked his guts out into a ditch, apparently no one had told him about motion sickness. He had even sunk so low as singing ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, which was quickly put to an end by Caleb, who threatened to abandon Reid at a truck stop with tons of lonely, burly men if he didn't shut up. All-in-all Reid was having a terrible time, and so, he sat, and he sat, and he sat some more, simply staring at the scenery as it passed by in a blur of green, black, and grey.

"Hey Tyler," Reid said, poking at his leg, "is it normal to have your legs all tingly?" panic was starting to set in as Reid tried to lift his leg, sending pins and needles shooting up his toes, past his calves and into his lower thigh.

Tyler glanced at his so-called friend, and plastered a worried look on his face, "actually Reid, I don't think it is, why? What's wrong?" Yep, revenge was a dish best served cold, and Tyler was apparently still pissed about being made into a popular girl's doll.

Reid felt his body go clammy, and with a slightly shaking hand wiped the cold sweat off his face. "Tyler, don't panic, but my legs are tingling from my toes to my thighs," Wide-eyed, he looked over at Tyler for reassurance; he found none.

"Oh, no," Tyler murmured, silently congratulating himself for an Oscar worthy performance, "Caleb, we may need to go to the hospital, Reid's legs have lost all feeling."

Reid squeaked, going to the hospital meant only bad things and he wasn't ready to leave the world just yet. "I don't want to die!" he bawled.

Shaking his head, Caleb turned slightly to scowl at Tyler, "you know how dramatic he gets when he doesn't get his way, and you encourage him by making him think that having his legs go to sleep is a bad thing? Tyler, c'mon, it's a long trip, and I really would rather him," he tossed his head in Reid's general direction, "emotionally intact."

"What?" Reid asked, very confused, so he wasn't going to die? "Tyler, what's going on?"

Tyler suddenly burst into peals of mirth filled laughter, all directed at Reid, who, by the looks of it, still had tears in his eyes. "I can't believe you fell for that! Who doesn't know that losing circulation makes your legs go to sleep? Oh my god!"

Reid paused to figure out what was going on, and when he came to his conclusion, his only thought was to rip Tyler a new one. "Traitor!" he howled, grabbing the earlier abandoned Mad Libs booklet and throwing it at Tyler's head as hard as he could.

Still laughing, Tyler knocked the book away.

Crossing his arms over his chest and his pout firmly in place, Reid slouched in his seat, and glared out the window, trying to ignore Tyler, who's loud hyena laugh had died down to a low chuckle.

Pogue sighed, quite pleased with the lack of talking in the backseat for the last half hour, but now there were other things on his mind. "Uh, Caleb?" he said.

"What?" Caleb responded, eyes firmly on the road.

"Could we maybe hit a bathroom?" Pogue asked, slightly rocking back and forth, trying to keep control of his bladder. Never again was he drinking that much water before a trip, never, never again.

Caleb sighed; having had enough of set backs, first Reid puking, and now this, what next?

"Caleb, oh, Caleb, was I, or was I not promised extreme amounts of chocolate if I agreed to coming along, I ask you now, where is my chocolate? I demand chocolate!" Reid shouted from the back seat.

Caleb groaned, and pulled into the nearest clean looking gas station with a convenience store. "You," he pointed at Pogue, "bathroom, five minutes or we leave without you." Pogue set off at a jog as Caleb turned to glare at Reid, "and you, you get two big bags, or five bars, that's good enough for now, I'll be in to pay in a second." Finally he looked at Tyler, "and you're all set?" Tyler nodded, "want a bag of chips?" Tyler nodded again, this time more quickly and walked towards the store.

After filling the gas tank, Caleb went to pay for Reid's chocolate, and Tyler's chips.

Watching Caleb enter the little store, Reid grinned, he had managed to find the most expensive bags in the entire store, and he was going to take advantage of Caleb's generosity, even if he had never been too fond of almond Hershey's kisses, and Reese's Pieces, oh well, he could always throw them out the window and demand more.

"Here you are, Caleb, thanks for buying me all this stuff man, I mean, you're such a good sport," Reid said, grinning gleefully.

Caleb rolled his eyes, and placed the two bags on the counter, waiting for Tyler to appear with his bag of chips. As soon as the thought entered his mind, Tyler popped up beside him with a bag of hickory sticks in hand.

"Hey! You're buying him chips? Why didn't you offer to buy me chips, too!?" Reid whined, which was becoming an awful habit as of late.

Caleb looked at him with an eyebrow raised, "you have two bags of chocolate, that I'm sure you won't eat, and you want chips to go along with that?" Reid's head went up and down like a bobble-head.

With a frustrated sigh, Caleb grabbed a plain bag of Lays and tossed them on the counter. "Happy? I'm paying more for munchies than I am for gas, I hope you're proud of yourself."

Reid chuckled, and grabbed his three bags, "oh, I'm quite pleased with myself, proud, in fact," and off he went to the hummer.

Tyler glanced at Caleb, and the vein that was popping out of his temple and decided to leave before he was caught in the cross-fire.

As all three walked back to the hummer, they saw Pogue rocking back and forth in his seat with his arms wrapped around himself. As they got closer, they heard him say, over and over 'no more gas station bathrooms, no more gas station bathrooms.' Looking at each other for a second, as if trying to assess the situation, they all shrugged and hopped back in the hummer. All four unaware of the pair of yellow eyes looking at each in turn from between a pair of suitcases.

And another chapter done! This one's a bit longer than the last one; I just couldn't find a place to cut it off. I'm not too pleased with the ending, but hey! I did a cliffhanger of some sort...yeh. Well, as usual, I'd love to hear from each and every one of you, so please review! And I'm sorry to say that I won't be able to update this quickly until next week, because of sports, but I will try to get a chapter up ASAP.

-Sphinxie