wow, first chapter ever written entirely inside a moving vehicle! gotta love Christmas holidays.

xoxoLostAngelCakexoxo yeahh i just couldnt stand that fic anymore. hope i can end this one better!

Akatsuki Child dude, your wish has been granted ;D

vampires-pen lmfao, how could it be any other way?

and this isnt even a short chapter! you guys better be grateful ;D

oh, and i dont own the Hannah Montana lyrics, Ice Cream Freeze.

Darren was impressed with himself. 9 minuites ago, he had been sipping chocolate milk and planning on spending the next week doing relaxy-type stuff: running up and down the halls sliding on his socks, barbecue parties in the Pit of Flames, refereeing gatorade chugging contests, refereeing pretty much everthing else, cleaning out the fridge, online shopping, keeping Seba from swallowing the stuff under the sink, that sort of stuff.

However, as of right now, he was officially shoving the last of 17 pieces of luggage into the back of the Escalade. It was reverse-honeymoon time. Sigh... At least he got to ride shotgun. Someone had to read the road signs.

Harkat made the massive leap from the ground into the drivers seat, Paris, Seba, ad Larten secured themselves into the back seat, and Mika and Arrow presided in the middle row, squishing Kurda into the window. (To which he stated: "Don't worry, Mika. You smell pretty.")

And finally, Darren climbed in shotgun. He clicked te automatic garage door opener, (eBay has Do It Yourself Door Installer systems) and the 8 creatures of the night were officially released back into the world.

"WE'RE FREEEEEEEE!" Mika and Arrow bellowed.

"Seba's sitting on my beard comb!" Paris hollered.

"Do the ice-cream freeze, strike a pose. Then ya do the milkshake, shakeitshakeit down lowww! Do the snow cone sliiide, left to right. Putcha hands in the air, we can party all night!" Kurda added.

"First stop, airport?" Harkat inquired.

"No, first stop-"

"GAS STATION!" Mika, Arrow and Seba screamed joyfully.

They had never forgotten their memorable expedition to their very first gas station on the way to the airport back in the day of the ski vacation.

"Aiighty. Next one is..." Darren fiddled with the GPS. "...2 hours and 47 minuites from here."

"How long's that, Darren?" Kurda asked.

"2 hours and 47 minuites, genius." Mika informed him.

"If you had to wait...for your hair straightener...to heat up...167 times...that's how long...it is." Harkat calculated.

"But...Why would I need to heat it up that many times?" Kurda replied in alarm. "I have very fine hair, you know. Cosmopolitain said my type of hair is called Baby Fine."

"Baby brain." Arrow muttered, trying to kick Kurda, but instead sendng a very old coffee cup flying back to hit Larten.

"That is enough out of you." Larten snapped, kicking the seat.

"Mika, remember back in the day when Princes got respect?" Arrow yawned.

"Nope." Mika said, half asleep.

"Guys, start deciding what you want to order, cuz I don't want to be in line for long. Write it down-"

"I cannot write!" Larten moaned.

"-or draw it, or find someone to write it down for you. Then give it to me, and I'll run in and get it." Darren finished.

"Why do we not get to participate in the expedition inside the facility?" Seba puzzled.

"Um..I'll bring Harkat in with me to help me carry stuff out." (Seba looked aghast.) "But I have a special job for you, Seba." Darren added. "I need you to take Kurda, Mika, Arrow, Paris, and Mr Crepsley outside...to...um...secure the parking lot!"

"Darren, surely you do not mean I will be temporarily under Seba's command?" Larten moaned.

"Sorry Mr. Crepsley. Just for a few minuites." Darren promised. "I need you to make sure everyone gets back in the car in one piece."

"Sometime I forget whom is mentoring whom." Darren sighed.

"I was your mentor once, Larten." Seba growled. "I still own your soul."

Larten rolled his eyes and proceeded to sketch a very detailed picture of a coffee cup of moccachino and a chicken burger. Paris listed a variety of gourmet foods from which Darren could choose. Seba stated that he didn't care what sort of food Darren brought him, as long as it was slathered in barbecue sauce. Harkat requested a simple hot dog. Mika required a steak, and Arrow a triple bacon burger. Kurda craved a salad with a light dressing, totally free of calories. And lastly, Darren wanted nothing more than a good old Happy Meal.

2 hours, 47 minuites, a near-collision with a porcupine, and an incident where Seba became inadvertantly lodged in the sunroof and was rescued by Larten. ("You should have left him there. He made a good siren." Mika complained) the gang eerked to a stop in the parking lot of a mega highway rest stop, which featured a gas station, a gift shop, and about 20 restaurants. Darren groaned.

"OutoutOUT!" Seba shrieked "The parking lot must be secured, or-or-or..."

"Or?" Arrow asked.

"OR!" Seba answered, effectively ending the argument.

Leaving Team Seba to secure the parking lot, Team Darren went to case the joint. He had a feeling it would be a longer stop than he'd expected.

"First stop, McDonald's." he announced. From here, he would be able to procure meals for himself, Larten, and Harkat. And hopefully enough barbecue sauce to shut Seba up for a long, long, time....

After a gruesomely long wait in line, Darren was lucky enough to endure the exceptionally funny look he recieved after requesting an entire crate of barbecue sauce packets.

"I just lost all my barbecue sauce when my house burned down." Darren whined convincingly. "And I lost my, um, baby sister!" (he recieved several sympathetic looks. He continued:) "Her name was uh...Kurda! She loved her barbecue sauce! I can't believe she's just...GONE!" At this point he became too overwhelmed in fake tears to continue, so Harkat gathered up the barbecue sauce and the rest of the food, and they departed.

The next stop was a little fancy expensive French-type chalet which was strongly reminiscent of the ski resort's Le Petit Hfkghgj.

"Yeeeeeeus?" a petit waiter greeted them over the counter.

"Yeah hi. I need you to give me a...crack? Cat? Carbon? Harkat, what's that word? Ohh, Crab cakes with a light lime dressing, a goat steak, vert rare, and...oh jeez. Sardinian? Smithsonian? Help, Harkat. Scandanavian? Dammit Paris, learn to write. Okay... we need some Scandanavian Wintergreen Tea, with two cherries and a lemon wedge. Kay?" Darren finished.

"Yeeeus. Zat vill be ninty dollair." le petit waiter grunted, hurrying off to create Paris's delicacy.

Whilst waiting for the monstrosity to be cooked, Darren decided to check in with Parking Lot Security.

"What's shakin, L Creps?" he greeted in an attempt to blend in with the crowd of cellular device users.

"May I ask who is speaking please?" came the completely befuddled reply.

"It's me, Darren!" he hissed. "How's everything going?"

"The parking lot is secure, let us just leave it at that. Have you obtained our food?"

"Umm, almost. Everyone's alive out there, right?"

"I believe...SEBA, DO NOT LICK THAT! Yes, everyone is alive. I must go. Good luck to you, young Shan. Control. Confidence. Charisma. Remember this."

Click.

you know what?? CHAPTER 3 IS ALREADY HALF DONE!

so there.

*Roxxy,