Title: The Grocery Boys Part 5-6: The Road Trip Up
By LTS Rating: PG
Warnings: hints to shounen-ai, extreme silly humor
Spoilers: none
Keywords: shin-e, pickles, obscene yoji, innocent omi, poor ken
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Isn't it obvious? The way I write with them would get me fired!
Dedication: To all the little people out there that when found in distress start screaming: "SHIN-E!"

Comments from Author: I don't think Yoji should be in the same car as the rest of Weiss. Poor Aya!!! And I DO need help. Feedback?

[ Scene Five ]

The Road Trip Up

Aya is running out of the grocery store screaming, chasing the guy pushing grocery carts in the parking lot.

Aya: Shin-IE!!!
Omi: *blushing at the manager and handing him money for the damages* Gomen nasai...
Ken: Come on Omi! We gotta go before Aya kills that--
Yoji: Hey! He's running him over with the carts! Cool!

[Ken and Omi push Aya into the backseat of Yoji's car, strapping him in with two seat belts on each
shoulder. Ken and Omi sit between him and Yoji drives starting a cigarette.]
Yoji: That certainly was interesting! Almost more funny than the time--
Omi: Please! No, Yoji-kun--
Yoji: It all started when one of my ladies couldn't get her underwear back on--
Ken: Yoji! Shut up! *covers ears*
Omi: My virgin ears! No!
Yoji: And then the policeman answered the door and I was like--
Aya: *goes cross-eyed* I told ya we shouldn't have convinced him to come.

[Scene Six]

On a gravel road going uphill, Aya is driving a truck and Omi is singing to the radio.
Yoji is glaring out the window with his chin slumped in his hands. He has a window seat and is sandwiched
between Omi who is beside Aya. Ken is opening a jar of pickles in the back, crunching on them.

Yoji: Are we there yet?
Aya: No.
Yoji: Are we there yet?
Aya: NO.
Yoji: Are we--
Aya: No we are not there yet!
Yoji: *pauses* ...
Aya: NO!
Yoji: So... when are we gonna be there?
Aya: SOON YOJI! SOON! Please SHUT HIM UP!
Omi: *giggles and sings* Pretty woman! Walkin' down the street! Pretty woman! ....
Yoji: *major sigh* There gonna be any women at this 'camp-forest-thing'?
Aya: *drives glaring at the street*
Ken: Not unless you count Omi-chan! *pats him*
Omi: Pretty wo--HEY!! *punches him in the shoulder*
Yoji: What!? NO women!?! Ah! I can't do this! Not without women! They're my life!
Ken: I thought your hair was your life.
Yoji: Oh God! My hair! Stop the car!
Aya: *ignores him*
Ken: Look on the bright side Yoji! You won't have a shower so you wouldn't want any women to see you anyway!
Yoji: *slamming head into window* Nooooo. Can't live without... women...
Omi: You don't need girls to be happy Yoji-kun! You got us!
Ken: *sweatdropping* What's that supposed to mean?
Yoji: Reeally? *looks back at Ken, grinning*
Ken: A-Aya! I just remembered I have soccer practice on Saturday!
Aya: Tough.
Yoji: *thinking* Don't worry Ken. I don't think you'd fit in my silk panties.
Aya & Omi & Ken: *sweatdropping*
Aya: *turns up the radio*
Yoji: Why, when I was younger, I used to dress in drag to impress the ladies...
Omi: K-Ken-kun can I have a pickle?
Yoji: Since you are so bad at picking up women Ken, I could be a woman, and you could dress
up in drag, I gotta show you all the basics, you've got a lot to learn--
Ken: *sweatdropping and trying to ignore Yoji* Umm why? *debating it* I only have so many
to go around you know. There pickles are important to me.
Omi: Oh... I just was hungry that's all. /need a distraction, need a distraction.
I'm gonna have nightmares!/
Ken: *looks sadly at one of the many jars* Okay. *hands him one and watches quietly as he takes the
departing pickle*
Yoji: Once a cop pulled me over in a tight red dress! I swear he had a few too many donuts!--
Omi: *chews on end of the pickle*
Aya: *opens both windows, letting in a rush of air and noise*
Yoji: Are you guys listening?
Omi: Yes, Yoji-kun.
Ken: *to Aya* Maybe he should ride on the roof?
Aya: No, he'd probably slide down the windshield to talk to us.
Yoji: Remember your promise to me Hidaka? *wiggles his eyebrows*
Ken: *pales* Anou...
Omi: Yoji-kun?
Yoji: I couldn't get the pink feathers out of my room for weeks...! --what?
Omi: Want some of this? *holds up the pickle*
Yoji: Sure! *grins* I want some a' that! *moves to put his arm around Omi*
Omi: *reaches and shoves it in his mouth, deep*
Yoji: *surprised look, the pickle sticking out of his mouth*
Aya: Finally. I knew *something* would shut him up.
Yoji: *pulls the pickle out, smacking his lips* Ya know what that looked like... right?