Slug Bug

This is from pages 39-41

I had spent the last forty-five minutes staring out the passenger window at the constantly moving landscape, not really focusing on any of the sights as they flew by. Turning to look at Austin, I became a bit concerned at the droopiness of his eyelids. Fearing this as a possible harbinger of a bad situation, I uttered, “Are we there yet?”

When he barely responded, I knew I had to do something to jar him awake, so I quickly punched him in the arm. He looked at me with venom in his eyes. “Ow! What the hell?”

“Slug Bug.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I just saw a VW bug.”

“So?”

“If I see one, I get to punch you in the arm.”

Looking both angry and confused, he asked, “Why?”

“It’s a game.”

He continued to glare at me until an evil grin crept upon his face. “Okay fine. I’ll play along. The next time I see pavement, I’ll punch you in the face. Oh look, pavement.”

As he balled up his fist and cocked his arm back, I quickly yelped, “Okay, you win. No Slug Bug.”

“Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.”

Sighing, I returned my gaze to my window. Without looking over at him, I said, “Man, I’m bored. We gotta do something. We could do the license plate game.”

“Okay.” In one rapid motion, he slugged me in the arm. “I saw a plate.”

“Ow. That’s not how you play. We’re done with the punching.”

He whacked my arm one more time. “Now we’re done with the punching. And by the way, I’m alert now, so thanks.”

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