This is a one-shot for a mini series called Road Journeys. It'll be a short series about the X-men group from my other series (X-men at the airport, Kitty's car etc) and their adventures in Scott's car! I won't say where they're headed or why they're going out. I can surely say that this will be funny! They'll play tricks on each other, they'll try and kill each other, they'll be bored to the bone of each other! Just think, some mutants in a small car heading nowhere with no adults, except for Jean and Scott, the party poopers and targets for most of the pranks that go on. Kurt will be porting everywhere, even trying to drive away in the car while the others go to a rest stop. They'll do anything! If I make a series and you want me to write something, just PM me and I'll do it!

Scott, Jean, Kurt (secretly), Kitty, Rogue and Evan were in Scott's car, driving down the freeway. They were all bored and squashed.

' I'm bored.' Evan said.

' You've been saying that for the past four weeks.' Rogue replied.

' Why can't we go back to the Institute?' Kitty asked.

' You know why,' Scott answered.

' Can't we call the Professor then and tell him why we're gone?' Kitty asked.

' He can't, Kitty. Not since he destroyed his cell phone back at the motel.' Evan answered.

' That's why we're out here on the freeway. That was Logan's phone and he'll kill me if he catches me.'

' That was Mr. Logan's phone? I didn't know he had one.'

' Neither did I, but then Scott took it.'

' Hey! I misplaced mine and had to take something.'

' He lost his and liked Logan's so much, he took it instead of using a pay phone!'

' I don't have enough money to keep calling on a pay phone.'

' How are you paying to keep this car going then?'

' Jean.'

' What? Is she like a bank to you?'

' No, she uses her powers to keep it going until I get to a gas station.'

' And steal their fuel.'

' I do not steal fuel!'

' Yeah, right! I've seen you take fuel from lorries!'

' And Kurt has it all on camera!'

' He does?'

' Oops, forget what I just said.'

' I'll kill that elf!'

' That reminds me, Rogue isn't your brother in the trunk?'

' Maybe, maybe not.'

' At the next stop, I'm checking that trunk and he'd better not 'port somewhere else!'

' I think the road is getting to him.'

' You think?'

' Shut up!'

' Don't you tell me to shut up, Porcupine!'

Soon there was nothing but shouting. They passed a sign for a motel and Scott drove straight there. He parked and opened the car door. He walked to the trunk and opened it, but there was nothing, but a small cloud of smoke.

' Bye, Scott!'

Scott was then left in the dust as Kurt ported to his seat and drove off. Everyone cheered and they headed back to the freeway, no one knowing that Kurt didn't have a license and could get them killed. That was until Jean stopped cheering.

' Kurt... Me and Scott were the only ones in this car that could drive like a pro.'

' Hey!'

' Kitty, the judge took your license so fast, the ink nearly came off. You aren't allowed to drive-!'

' AND NEITHER IS KURT!'

' Kurt, give me the wheel!'

' NOPE!'

' KURT!'

Evan, Kitty and Rogue were screaming now and trying to escape, but Kurt had locked them in.

' No one's getting out!'

He then laughed like a maniac and the everyone stopped what they were doing.

' He's having another sugar rush, isn't he?'

' WE'RE GONNA DIE! GET ME OUTTA HERE!!'

' I'll phase us out!'

' Thank Oprah for Kitty being forced to come with us!'

' Kitty, we're going 170 miles per hour. If you phase us out, we're as good as dead.'

' We escape, we're dead. We stay, we're dead.'

' This is a no win situation!'

' Guys, stay calm!'

' He'll kill us!'

Screams filled the air and the group soon started doing stupid things such as trying to kill each other and Kitty and Evan had even started a viking burial for Rogue. Jean was knocked out by Kurt by the time the next McDonald's came up. Kurt had thrown numerous items out of the car and caused many crashes behind them. Rogue watched on her teeny weeny TV no bigger than her hand, news reports about Scott running down the freeway trying to catch them.

' Why did I leave New Orleans?'

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