Shouri: Heya! I forgot to put up a disclaimer! Bad Shouri! Bad! In case anyone thinks otherwise, I do NOT own Gundam Wing! Anywho, here's chapter 2... sorry these are so short, but I'm getting them done moderately fast. Hope you guys are enjoying. Let me now what you think!

ROADTRIP!

Chapter 2

"MAXWELL! WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW!" Wufei bellows crankily as he shifts around in the back seat. Heero glares at him when he accidentally elbows him in the ribs.

"Chang, sit still or I will force you to sit on my lap… I don't care if you think it is unmanly." Heero grunts, trying not to pay attention to the front seat. He too shifts, trying to get the box taking up the seat on his other side to stop pressing into his hip. Wufei scowls at him darkly, and shoves mightily at the huge stack of duffle bags that are pressed into his side, trying to get even an inch more space.

Heero ponders vaguely why this seating arrangement is more acceptable than one of them sitting on the other's lap… they are already pressed so tightly together that Heero can't feel his left leg, and their backs are twisted to fit the two of them into such a small space. They might as well be spooning, for all the distance between them. Trowa gives Heero a resigned look that is not at all sympathetic. After all, being confined to a foot wide space with Wufei, even if the Chinese pilot is being particularly fidgety and cranky, is preferable to being Duo's lap cushion any day.

In the driver's seat, Quatre is fussily fiddling with the chair positioning, muttering the whole time, and giggling in a rather disturbing fashion at odd intervals. With a final snicker and a gleam of manic desperation in his eye, Quatre ignites the engine. The ancient, ochre-colored Toyota, a classic Camry that is just beat up enough to be inconspicuous even if it is a rebuilt relic, chatters to life.

"DU-O! I'm leaving!" Quatre singsongs, and instantly the braided pilot comes slamming out of the front door and barreling down the creaky front steps and charging the car like a grinning bull.

"Sorry! I was making sure we got everything!" Duo chirps, opening the door on Wufei's side to shove two more overstuffed duffels into the cramped space, an action that shoves Wufei even more firmly into Heero, causing the two to end up chest to chest. Wufei blushes bright red, and immediately starts ranting at Duo in Mandarin… which all the other pilots ignore.

With a bright smile, Duo leaps over the front of the car, sliding on his back over the dingy hood and wiping way years worth of grime. A streak of patchy, but crisp red paint becomes visible, giving away the vehicle's true color, while leaving a thorough coating of road dust across the entirety of Duo's back and seat. Trowa groans almost silently.

"Alright, all set!" Duo laughs as he opens Trowa's door and plops down callously on the taller boy's lap, sending all of Trowa's air out in a breathy whuff. Verdant eyes widen momentarily as Trowa discretely tries to get his breath back. Duo is wriggling almost painfully in his lap.

Finally, Duo settles down after making himself 'comfy' on Trowa's poor abused lap. With a slam, he close the door, and tucks his feet up on the dashboard, his faded and battered black knapsack held possessively to his chest. Quatre eyes the bag warily as he eases the car into drive and swings it around over the rock-packed driveway. Somehow, he didn't think this ride was going to be any better than the last one… somehow; he get's the feeling it's going to be much worse...

Shouri: Well? What'd you think? I know it's not all that amusing yet, but it will get there! The truly funny stuff happens a little bit in the future! Please review! I wanna know if you like, and I now accept anonymous reviews thanks to a heads-up from Katt Kindel, who informed me my settings wouldn't allow them! Tankiwa! Ja ne!