Asked by zerotwofan. Characters: Trowa & Quatre, scary.
Halloween Drabble 11
The car rolled to a halt. Trowa sighed and shook his head as he shifted into park. "We're out of gas."
Quatre's eyebrows lifted. "Out of gas? You don't really expect me to fall for that- do you? Really Trowa, I had expected slightly better than this when you asked me out. I was thinking of getting dinner at least before you took me parking. I mean, don't I even get a quarter pounder out of the deal first?"
Trowa huffed into his bangs. "I'm serious, Quatre, we're out of gas. I should've pulled over when we passed that last station a mile back, but I wasn't paying attention."
Quatre leaned back in his seat and gave Trowa an arch look. "So?' He said his voice dropping into a husky register. "What are we going to do now? I mean, we're all alone, in the woods, and apparently out of gas..."
An hour later, he looked over at Trowa, walking beside him, gas can in hand, and sighed. "I said I was sorry."
"And I said it was okay." Trowa smiled. "Can't blame you for thinking the worst."
"It can't get much worse than this," Quatre frowned at the deserted road. "This is just plain creepy. All we need now is for you to turn into some kind of monster or a car to come by with a serial killer in it..."
As if he had summoned them, headlights appeared down the road.
"Hey!" Trowa said delightedly. "Help at last!"
He was a little bit startled when Quatre tossed him into the bushes and jumped in after him. He hadn't thought they were at that stage of their relationship yet.
"What are you doing? That person can offer us a ride!" He struggled to stand up, but Quatre had him pinned to the ground.
"Were you not listening to me? We don't know who that is! It could be some serial killer! We're not that far from the gas station."
"But," Trowa glanced up uneasily as the headlights swept by them, "we're running out of time."
Quatre looked up too. All he saw was the moon. "What do you mean? It's not even eight yet- the moon just came out. I made a good choice, really. This is safer."
"No..." Trowa's voice was deeper, nearly a growl. "You made the wrong choice Quatre..."
Quatre looked at what he was sharing the bushes with and screamed.
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