Title: Mouse Trap.
Summary: What happens when a game of Cat and Mouse exceeds expectation. Lost in the woods, hungry, cold. When your only companion is the Cat, what can you possibly do to stay alive. This vacation has definitely turned into a Mouse Trap.
Rating: M…Definitely M
A/N: I'm glad you all are still with us, I have a good feeling about this collaboration, I'm having so much fun with it too so that's great hehe. Hopefully this chapter comes out as good as Crazy C:
I'm also very sorry for the wait D:
It felt like the car ride had only just begun before his little brother had started crying. Manny was blubbering about how Greg was taking up all the space on the seat they were sharing, when in fact Greg was on the very edge making sure not to be in Manny's personal space. His parents were of course taking his little brother's side, which in the end made them have to stop on the side of the road so Greg could take a seat in the back of the van, which of course, Rodrick was currently occupying.
The reason why he decided to sit next to Manny was so that he didn't have to be anywhere near Rodrick, at least in the sense of closeness. His father had taken one of the back seats out so they could pack more of their luggage in the van. This resulted in the back seat only having two seats instead of three, both right next to eachother and smaller in size compared to the middle seat that Manny would now be hogging.
"It's not fair mom!" Greg whined out as he got out of the car and turned to his mother in the passenger's seat. She was currently trying hard to make Manny stop crying.
"He's five years old and you two still treat him as if he's two. There's no room in the back for Rodrick and Me. Put Manny in the back instead and we'll take the middle seat!" Greg flailed his arms around trying to prove his point of space.
"Greg, stop whining, you know how Manny is, and I know how you are. You'll do this for me. You'll be like the big boy you are, suck it up and go in the back seat with your older brother. I don't want to hear anything else. Now hurt up and take a seat, we don't want to get to the hotel too late." His mother stated with a firm smile in his direction as she finally got Manny to stop crying.
Greg chocked back a yell at being called a big boy. But like his mother said, he sucked it up and went in the back seat. Rodrick kept trying to trip him as he tried going over him. Pokes and jabs here and there from him were also accompanied. As he plopped himself on the back seat and his mother closed the door with the switch, they were finally off again.
Greg took a hold of the seat belt and buckled himself in, resting his head on the back of the seat and closed his eyes. He let out a small squeak as a finger was jabbed into his side once more. He glanced over to Rodrick with a glare only to be accompanied with a grin.
Greg shook his head and went back to trying to fall asleep. A few more jabs and poked were directed his way, a sigh left his lips.
'This is going to be a long ride.' He thought to himself as another poke graced his side.
It had gotten dark out when Greg finally awakened from the nap he never knew he had taken. A small yawn left his mouth as he tried lifting his head up only to realise a hand was on his head. His head was also well rested in the crook of somebodies shoulder and neck. Greg blinked a couple of times; trying to grasp the position he was in.
His body was slumped over at a strange angle, but it was surprisingly quite comfortable. His right hand was grasping a pants leg as his left arm was thrown over his abdomen. The grogginess was finally starting to leave his mind, and he finally realised that the person he was currently sleeping on was Rodrick. Greg felt his heart quicken and his breathing become raspier. He was afraid. Very afraid. But also very shocked.
Why hadn't Rodrick pushed him away yet, hit him upside the head and promised that life a living hell threat? Greg softly unwrapped his fingers from the pant leg and slowly retreated it back to his side. He was being very careful due to the fact that the soft breathing coming from the direction of his brother signaled that he too was still in the process of sleeping. Lifting his head he turned it slightly to the right and saw him
Watching Rodrick sleep was like trying to see in the darkest cave. He showed no emotions as he was sleeping. It was kind of relaxing, seeing Rodrick this way. Greg inspected his older brother's face. He really was attractive, in the bad boy type as he liked to put it. His lazily chopped dark brown hair spilled into his face and everywhere else. His lips were parted and Gregory could hear tiny fragments of snoring every few often.
Without knowing, Greg's face was inching closer to his older brothers, those dark lips fascinated him, the way air left and came back in. A little closer and he could-
The van came to a sudden halting stop. Greg grabbed hold of the seat in front of him so his face wouldn't connect with it. A large hand gripped his small thigh, Rodrick had awoken with the sudden jolt.
"We're here boys, wake up and let's go get tucked into the hotel room for a good rest, we're up at six am tomorrow, bright and early so we can arrive at the camping site by 11 at the latest." Gregory cringed at his mother's overly peppy voice. She must have seen them sleeping, cuddled up to each other. Cuddling? No, they weren't doing that, Greg simply had his head on Rodrick's shoulder and gripping his pant leg…in a cuddly way. Greg groaned out and hit his head multiple times on the head rest of the seat infront.
"Come on Greg, Rodrick, get out and help us unpack!" He vaguely heard his father yell out at them. This is when he noticed that Rodrick's hand was still gripping his thigh. He turned his head and gave his brother a questioning looks, shoving his hand off as he climbed over Rodrick once again.
He liked where he was, he was comfortable and from the looks of it, so was Greg. Rodrick wasn't actually sleeping, maybe only partially, he mostly just had his eyes closed as he felt his brother against him. Those small teenage hands holding on his pants, that fluff of brown hair tickling his neck and chin. It felt just perfect to him. But of course it could never last.
Rodrick had felt Greg move and wake from his long sleep. A few seconds had past and Greg still had not come to realise what type of position he was in. He smirked at that. Naïve little Greg, always oblivious to so many things.
Rodrick, being the devious one, kept up his play of feigning sleep, all the while having his eyes partially open. Enough for him to see Greg in the corner of his eyes, but not enough for Greg to suspect he was awake. He didn't know what Greg was doing; he sat there and controlled his breathing as Greg was looking at him. Rodrick let out a tiny snore.
Greg seemed hesitant from his view, but as he started seeing him inch his face closer to his, he felt his heart quicken. What was he playing at? Wasn't he afraid that he'd suddenly wake up and yell at him?
Closer, just a little bit closer.-
To say that he was surprised by the abrupt stop would be an understatement. He felt his breathing stop as he was surged forward, his hand grasped onto the closest thing which was Greg's leg. He steadied himself as he glared at his father for disrupting this very important moment. He wanted to see if Greg was actually getting closer to kiss him.
Rodrick just looked at Greg as his parents were talking, he vaguely saw his father take out Manny and when Gregory turned to him with that questionable look, he just wanted to surprise him with a kiss he now knew Greg wanted, what with the way he had been looking at him.
He shrugged his shoulder and stayed sitting down. He heard Greg huff out and unbuckle his seat belt and start climbing over Rodrick to get out of the van and help out their parents like the good little child he was. Rodrick smirked at this. Without even waiting, Rodrick pinched Greg's butt, only to have his little brother squeak out and scramble himself out of the Van. An innocent smile was always on his face as he too finally came out of the vehicle. The glare that Greg was sending him was quite feeble, nowhere near as threating as he thought it should have been. It was like a little kitten thinking it had a chance again a giant bulldog.
Rodrick ruffled his little brothers head and then started taking out the suitcases and putting them on the ground. He took his own and looked at Greg and nudged his head, signalling for him to come get his suitcase. Greg fumbled over to him and took a hold of his own. Rodrick ducked his head closer to Greg and whispered in his ear.
"Don't fall asleep." Walking off with a feral grin on his face and a backwards wink to his naïve little brother.
WELL THERE YOU HAVE IT…It might be a bit shorter than my other one, but I find this one is full of fluff, especially the car scene 3. I tried my best and I hope you all like it. Now for Crazy to come up with something delicious for all of you ;D Sorry for any grammatical errors also.