"Riley you've been 'e-mailing' Lucy for two hours

Disclaimer: I don't own National Treasure or Borders. But I bet you can get NT DVD's at Borders.

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"Are we there yet?" Riley had been reading for the last hour, stopping every ten minutes to ask if they were there yet.

"Riley." Said Abigail. 'You've asked that question a million times!"

"I'm tired. And hungry." Riley said defensively.

"We can't stop. We'll never get there."

"Well, that's fine for people who ate lunch. But I was sitting in Borders all day with my this," Riley held up his shiny, new, black laptop. "Working and having people come up to me and say: Aren't you Ben Gates?"

"What did you tell them?"

"I told them I was Abigail."

Ben laughed.

"No really."

"I'd say 'No. But I helped find the treasure.' Then they'd say "Huh. Never heard of you.

Or I'd say: 'Yes, yes I am.' Then they'd say: 'I thought you'd be taller' or 'Wow! Can I have your autograph!' Nobody cares about Riley Poole."

"We care!"

"Thanks for the sympathy Abigail."

The minuets passed slowly. Abigail was writing in a notebook and every few minutes she'd say something like:

"Champagne or white table clothes?"

"What do you want?"

"I like champagne. It's a rich colour. Not yellow, but nice."

"Then we'll go with that."

Finally after a discussion concerning napkin colors Ben asked.

"What are you reading anyway?" He looked at Riley in rearview mirror.

"Well…I…well, nothing."

"Come on Riley!" Abigail tried to snatch the book away.

But Riley ignored her and continued to read a book sitting on his lap.
"Riley you've been 'e-mailing' Lucy and reading 'nothing' and listening to 'stuff' forever. What's really going on?" Abigail turned in her seat as Riley continued to stare at his book.

"Well you've been planning a wedding for two hours! I don't even know what colour cyan is! And Ben, chocolate cake is really much better than vanilla." He said this not even looking up.

"Relax Abigail." Sighed Ben. If Riley wasn't complaining then things might be nice. "He's probably hacking or doing something illegal."

"Hey! I only do illegal thing when you're around!...And that one time in the tenth grade." Riley muttered the last part very quietly.

"Riley!"

"No Abigail. He's right."

"Thank you!"

"He also has the most fun with us." Ben smirked.

"That's not…No. No, you're right."

"Thank you."

There was a long pause, then he spoke again.

"Isn't this too convenient?"

"Huh?"

"I mean we just happen to find an article about some random kid being a science language genius? And suddenly we're going to Boston? I don't believe it. Let's go home."

"Riley!"

"Nope, just turn the car around Ben! You know gas prices!" "

"Hmmm….Let me think about it." Ben answered. "NO!

Riley huffed grumpily.

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He must have fell asleep, because next thing Riley knew it was dark and he felt extremely tired. He felt very cramped from being curled up in the back seat. He was about to say the infamous line:

"Are we there yet?" But when he opened his mouth Abigail said:

"What do we do about Riley?"

Upon hearing this Riley feigned sleep. The car was still, and he was tired. Plus he wanted to see why Abigail and Ben were talking about him.

Ben sighed.

"I don't know! What should we do? "

'I think it's best to leave him in the dark."

What was going on? Were Ben and Abigail lying to him? He listened again.

"He'll care though." Riley heard Ben shift in his seat and say:

"He's asleep."

Riley felt this was his cue. He yawned loudly and sat up rubbing his eyes.

"What's going on? Why isn't the car moving?"

"Stuck in traffic, accident up ahead or something."
"Hey Riley, what color suit do you want to wear at the wedding? I say black, but Ben said white." Abigail looked at him, pen poised over her notebook paper.

They weren't lying to him. They just wanted to know what kind of suit he should wear. He felt incredibly stupid, but agreed with Abigail.

"Black!"

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"Hooray!!" Riley cheered crashing on to his bed at the hotel. He set up his things on the desk then fell asleep.

It was two in the morning.