It wasnâ€™t at all that Duncan disliked Kyle. But he did think he was much too serious, so he made jokes that he knew Kyle wouldnâ€™t think were funny. Duncan didnâ€™t even try to make him angry, their sense of humor really was just that different, and Duncan didnâ€™t care that it upset Kyle.<br/><br/>He opened his mouth to say something. Everything suddenly slid sideways. Jenna was screaming. His heart went too fast and everything slowed down. Then the breath heâ€™d taken to respond was drilled out of him in one painful strike. Nothing further happened and Duncan sucked in air, rubbing his chest. No seatbelts for him. They were for pussies and babies. But heâ€™d collided with the corner of one of the seats. And boy did it hurt!<br/><br/>â€œWhat the hell! Canâ€™t you even drive, dipshit?â€ His first concern was for Elana though. â€œNot hurt?â€ He asked her, somewhat more calm than anything directed at Kyle. â€œThereâ€™s a whole damned road in front of you and you canâ€™t stay on it! Knew I shouldâ€™a drove.â€ Searching his sister for any bumps or scratches, he started to push her sleeves up. â€œNo bruises or anything? Head okay?â€ His felt like a thousand people might have been in there, banging drums. Worse was the sour/bitter taste of unused adrenaline.