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Chapter 5 - Crazy Drivers
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"So, now that we've figured out which one of the (two) vehicles the keys belong to, who drives?" Heero queried. (Author's Note: For those of you out there who dislike fancy English class type words *glares at a certain pre-reader* this means 'asked'.)
"I could drive, since I am one of the few among us with a drivers license," Quatre volunteered.
"Yes, and we would get caught going five miles under the speed limit, just as the driving instructor suggests. I'm the one with the most driving experience, and I haven't had a wreak on my motorcycle yet." Wufei chipped in.
"I, too, can drive, and a motorcycle is very different." Trowa stated in his usual monotone voice.
"Well, we can't hang around much longer, unless you want to be thrown back in jail. Since I have the keys, I'll drive," proclaimed Duo.
"Anyone but Maxwell", stated Wufei.
Duo grinned back. "Don't look now, but those OZ bakas are coming. So, if you don't get in now, you can all go back to the execution block, but me, I'm getting out of here now. So, you guys coming or not?" Duo turned and stepped into the drivers seat.
Quatre, smiling got into the backseat. "Duo, I believe you can pull it off. Come on Trowa, get in the back with me, pleeeeeease," begged Quatre as he patted the set next to him and smiled his special smile that was meant for Trowa alone.
"Quatre, did anyone ever tell you that you were a pervert?" Wufei demanded with disgust. "To prevent any disgusting displays, I volunteer to sit in the middle of the backseat. Trowa, you sit in the front."
Silently, Trowa stepped into the front seat. "You know, Wufei," he commented while buckling his seat belt, "Quatre would not have let anyone sitting between us stop him."
Wufei shuddered. "No! Quatre, you are not sitting behind Trowa," Wufei shouted as the blond boy attempted to sit. "That's almost as bad! Sit behind Duo. That way, we can make sure that our drive home will be G rated."
As soon as everyone was in the car, Duo floored the break pedal. "Oops... wrong pedal." Sweatdrop.
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Three minutes later, they were six miles away. (Author's Note: Yes, six miles. If you do the math, that works out to a speed of about 120 mph. *Grin* I love math class.)
"Uhhh, Duo, you can slow down now. I mean I finally got my lips peeled off my teeth."
"Quatre, you're not one to be whining. You aren't in the front. I'm more concerned that the windshield is going to fall in."
"Hey, I know what I'm doing, don't worry. Well, actually, I don't know what I'm doing, but that's all right. I haven't killed anyone... in the car I mean... yet... And besides I haven't let not knowing what I'm doing stop me before."
"Stop complaining all of you; OZ has sent out mobile suits and they're catching up," Wufei ordered.