Helloooo~!
Anyways, this is a new sort of 'project' I'm working on. These are different promps about the DRH (Delinquent Road Hazards). Some of them have yaoi/slash in them, others don't. Really, it's just different things I want to write about, but not make them all into onshots (could you imagine how short each one would be?). Anyways, this is going to be ongoing. Like, I could undate every week, or every other month. Just depends on what I'm working on.
Moving on: I Do NOT own cars or the DRH. Only the ideas.
Rain
In Wingo's opinion, rain was amazing: so relaxing and yet dark at the same time. In Boost's opinion, rain was annoying and unneeded. Always making his turns more dangerous than what they already were when he drove.
But right now, Boost was loving the rain. Mostly because he could watch as the liquid soaked through his lover's shirt and show off the figure beneath the fabric.
Funeral
"Today is a sad day indeed. Not only for the family of Marissa Laureen Knightington, but for her friends as well. Truly tragic that something like this had to have happened to someone so young." The priest continued on, telling about all of the accomplishments and awards Marissa had gotten in her seventeen years of life.
Wingo stopped listening a week ago. When the only thing his parents talked about was his younger sister. Granted, he knew that they were going through a rough time, but so was he. Shouldn't they try to comfort their only son? Make him feel less alone and more loved?
He guessed not, seeing as how his mother was sobbing and covering her mouth and his father was trying to put on a tough guy act.
Why is he putting up a fucking act? His only daughter just passed away ten days ago. Does he not care? I'm crying and I'm a man, does that make me weak? Tightly closing his brown eyes, Wingo wiped his eyes on his black collared shirt's sleeve. No, I am a man. I'm not afraid to show tears like that coward is.
Show Me Love
"What do you mean?"
"It means exactly what it sounds like, Boost."
"You know I love you. And your parents and the rest of the gang love you."
"My parents don't love me and DJ and Snot Rod don't love me in that way. Not the way you do."
The purple haired man sighed. This started a few days ago when Wingo got back home after the funeral. Figuring that his lover wanted to be alone, Boost left him alone. Letting him eat alone, sleep alone, and relax alone. Well, it seemed that was the opposite of what Wingo wanted. The exact opposite. He wanted to be smothered in love. Kissed, hugged, cuddled, touched, rubbed. Anything that meant Boost had to be with him.
"Your parents love you, Baby. They're just trying to get over the fact Marissa passed away." Wrapping his arms around Wingo's waist, Boost kissed his forehead. Personally he never had to deal with a death in the family. Maybe because his dad left his mom before he was born, and his mom ditched him with the orphanage.
"Mom and Dad never loved me, Boost. They always loved Marissa more. I knew they did, so did Mar. That's why she tried to show them how well I could paint and draw." A laugh devoid of humor left Wingo's body as he buried his face into the taller man's neck. "She got in trouble for wearing a shirt that was too 'Gangster like'. They don't care about me."
Sighing again, Boost decided he needed to drop the subject. Pushing the purple and green haired man away slightly, the twenty-seven year old picked up his boyfriend bridal style. If his partner wanted to be touched and loved, Boost was going to comply.
"We never celebrated your twenty-fourth birthday the way I wanted too." Referring to Wingo's most recent birthday, the one that was a month earlier, Boost walked to their shared bedroom, a smile across the smaller man's face.
Cake
Snot Rod watched as his room-mate pretty much devoured the chocolate cake on his plate. He always wondered how DJ could always eat so much, and yet maintain the perfect figure he had: A flat stomach with a few muscles he never had to work for.
To say the orange haired man was jealous was absurd. He was fine with his tinier, weaker figure. Besides, that just meant he could meet more guys when he went to the gym with Wingo.
Fish
Boost was NOT afraid of fish. He wasn't, really.
But right now, as Wingo watched his lover run away from Snot Rod's younger brother who was chasing after him holding a fish, Wingo was starting to doubt what his grey eyed boyfriend said.
Before
Before Snot Rod met the others in the Delinquent Road Hazards, he had a hard life. Being prone to allergy attacks which would leave him bedridden for two to three days, he never had many friends. All of the kids saying he was weird or a freak because he'd pass out after sneezing for a long time.
But after getting out of the house and getting medicine for his allergies, he met his best friends. The ones that would never call him a freak, or weird, or anything else bad. They truly were the reason he kept such a positive attitude, even after being sick for a week.
Snot Rod never wanted to go back to 'before' the Delinquent Road Hazards.
Draw
Wingo always was the artistic type. His family noticed that when he turned six and started to draw more than stick figures. He would draw cars, animals, designs, and even scenery. And the brown eyed man never stopped drawing. He continued to draw as much as he could.
After turning sixteen though and getting his license, Wingo designed his entire car. Inside and out. He loved it. More than his parents even. They never supported him after he joined the gang with DJ and Boost. But one person always did.
Marissa.
She supported him through thick and thin. No matter what he drew, she supported (except the one time she saw him start to draw a couple screwing each other, which was the only thing she didn't support). But he stopped drawing smut for the art site he signed up to and went back to drawing portraits and people.
And after her death, Wingo planned on making it as a big artist. Making his art known worldwide and having people be envious.
He didn't even know what his first known picture was going to be; just that it was going to be dedicated to his sister.
Wedding
Boost glanced at the magazine Wingo was reading before he dozed off on the couch. It was titled 'Weddings, Receptions, and Celebrations'. Huffing, the grey eyed male wondered if Wingo was trying to suggest something.
Eyes
DJ was bi-curious. He always made sure to emphasize the curious part. The lavender eyed man wanted a choice in what gender he had as a significant other.
But whenever he looked into Snot Rod's bright and lively green eyes, he would question himself and wonder what his own sexual orientation was: Gay, Bi, or Straight?
Cars
It was no secret that the Delinquent Road Hazards loved their cars. The way that they would care for them, make sure there was nothing wrong with them.
It was almost like the cars were the children when they were cared for and looked after.
Did you like them? My favorites I wrote are 'Show me Love', 'Fish', 'Draw', and 'Wedding'.
Anyways, I liked how these are. I'm probably going to try and update every week...probly Fridays.
Oh, and reviews are welcome. :) Flames are not.