Pressure Point Quatre face scrunched together. He had to fight the urge, he simply had to, his jaw clenched and he tried to force his attention on Trowa. The green- eyed love of his life. He was losing the battle he could feel it. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple. Closing his aquamarine eyes, he prayed for a miracle. But it was too late; everything was going down hill for the young Arab. He would be taunted for months to come by Duo, who sat beside him. Wufei would surely have a few words about this, Heero would threaten to kill him, and Trowa, oh Allah what would Trowa think. Than it happened, nothing in the world could stop it, it had to happen. Duo's nose caught a peculiar smell, and quickly put his hand over his mouth and nose.
"Dude, who let that one loose?" He groaned.
"Oh that is just wrong." Wufei said with a big frown. Heero stared at the three passengers in the back.
"Alright which one of you let that one loose. You know the windows are broken." He watched as Duo pounded the window. Trowa looked down at the floor, and Quatre.Quatre wore an odd expression. Heero shook his head. "Quatre next time give us at least a warning." Heero muttered.
"Sorry, I tried to hold it in, but I couldn't!" The blonde's cheeks turned to a deep red hue.
"I say we make him stick his perky little rear out the car door!" Duo gagged while trying to inch as far away from his best friend.

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