Chapter Three: Two Hours Later
"Und here I alvays zought zat ze crack of dawn vas just an expression," Kurt murmured, sandwiched between Cyclops and Evan in the back. His image inducer was turned on so nobody could see him through the windows. "Well, bub, now you know different," Logan growled over his shoulder, honking the horn at someone who cut him off in the heavy traffic. "When are we going to, like, get there?" Kitty asked from the passenger seat. "If you kids ask me that question, I will kill you," Logan remarked, flipping someone across from them off. "Can we listen to music?" Jean asked from the captain seats she shared with Rogue. "I don't care, just quit asking me questions!" Kitty squealed with happiness and turned the radio on. Suddenly, N*Sync played at a very high volume blared from the speakers. Everyone but Kitty and Jean shrieked and covered their ears, cringing. Even Logan did, which would have had disastrous results if the car had been moving in the traffic. "Turn it off!" chorused from almost everybody in the car. Evan, extremely distressed, involuntarily began growing spikes out of his body. "Stop zat!" Kurt yelped. "Will you turn that goddamn music OFF!" Logan shouted, taking hold of the wheel again. Kitty sulkily turned off the radio. "Now what are we going to, like, do?" "Bub, I don't care as long as you keep quiet." "This is, like, so boring." "Will you stop whining?!" Rogue shouted, glaring at Kitty. "Will you, like, stop glaring at everybody you come in contact with?!" "Can't you talk for a single sentence without saying 'like'?!" "Can't you even make an attempt to be cheerful?!" "Can't you two stop arguing for one minute?!" Scott shouted. "NO!" the two chorused, turning and glaring at him. "If we make them share a tent, they're going to rip one another's throats out," Evan observed as the continued to yell insults at one another. "Und, at ze moment, does zat zound like zuch a bad thing?"
"Und here I alvays zought zat ze crack of dawn vas just an expression," Kurt murmured, sandwiched between Cyclops and Evan in the back. His image inducer was turned on so nobody could see him through the windows. "Well, bub, now you know different," Logan growled over his shoulder, honking the horn at someone who cut him off in the heavy traffic. "When are we going to, like, get there?" Kitty asked from the passenger seat. "If you kids ask me that question, I will kill you," Logan remarked, flipping someone across from them off. "Can we listen to music?" Jean asked from the captain seats she shared with Rogue. "I don't care, just quit asking me questions!" Kitty squealed with happiness and turned the radio on. Suddenly, N*Sync played at a very high volume blared from the speakers. Everyone but Kitty and Jean shrieked and covered their ears, cringing. Even Logan did, which would have had disastrous results if the car had been moving in the traffic. "Turn it off!" chorused from almost everybody in the car. Evan, extremely distressed, involuntarily began growing spikes out of his body. "Stop zat!" Kurt yelped. "Will you turn that goddamn music OFF!" Logan shouted, taking hold of the wheel again. Kitty sulkily turned off the radio. "Now what are we going to, like, do?" "Bub, I don't care as long as you keep quiet." "This is, like, so boring." "Will you stop whining?!" Rogue shouted, glaring at Kitty. "Will you, like, stop glaring at everybody you come in contact with?!" "Can't you talk for a single sentence without saying 'like'?!" "Can't you even make an attempt to be cheerful?!" "Can't you two stop arguing for one minute?!" Scott shouted. "NO!" the two chorused, turning and glaring at him. "If we make them share a tent, they're going to rip one another's throats out," Evan observed as the continued to yell insults at one another. "Und, at ze moment, does zat zound like zuch a bad thing?"