We are dead
Yep, we're dead. We're both dead. As soon as I came to see what's goin' on, I figured out that they were arguing about Neela, the girl from school.
'Do you know who I am, boy?' Asked angry Asian dude.
'You're like the Justin Timberlake of Japan, right.' Replied Sean. Man, that pissed him off.
'Hey DK let's go it's time to race!' Said a man behind him.
'Good luck Timberlake!' Dear God, Sean! Shut the fuck up already, before you kill us both.
'Let's race!' Said DK. Oh crap. I though.
The previous guy hand Sean keys as I headed with Sean and very angry Twinkie to the elevators. You know I'm trying to keep my eyes on Sean, but when you have a brother that is insanely stupid you can't do much. He always does that, get in a fight because of a girl, well that's the reason why are we in Tokyo, then he race and always win. But I wasn't so sure about it in this moment. Justin Timberlake of Japan seemed pretty serious about this.
'Can he drive?' Asked Sean, nervously.
'Can he drive? Do you know what DK stands for?' Twinkie looked at him.
'Donkey Kong.' Replied Sean playfully.
'Drift King. Do you know what's drift?' Asked Twinkie, still pissed about what Sean did cople minutes ago.
Drift. Intersting. If I knew what drift was I would race against DK, not Sean. I've done it thousand times but I never knew it's called drift. Damn it!
'Still need a dictionary?' Asked Twinkie.
We went to the car that Sean supposed to drive. It was a mix of pure inteligence.
'You know that famous picture with the woman that's always siming?'
'Mona Lisa?' I answered.
'Well, this is like Mona Lisa in drift world. Han rebuilt this bad boy.'
'I need quick lesson about drifting.' Said Sean. I could hear shaking in his voice.
Then Twinkie started to explain Sean how to drift, which I'm sure Sean didn't understand according to his face. He headed to the place where race supossed to start. Oh, man,he's dead.
'Ready?'
'Setto?'
'GO!' So this is how looks beginig of the end.
After copule of minutes Sean came with crashed car. I was impressed. DK was really good. It was so obvious that Sean is going to lose.
And I was right. Sean lost. His car was completely crashed. Well, at least he's alive. After big humiliation Sean and I hurried home knowing that dad is probably with his gun probably waiting for us ready to pull the trigger.
'You're late. Where have you been?' Asked dad with deadly look on his face.
'We…We were at friends house. School…project. Yes! School project!' Abswered Sean.
'You're lying.'
'No, he is not. I was with him. I can confirm that.' I answered officially.
' OK. Go to bed we'll talk about this tomorrow.' Thank you!
Oh, man it's finally over. Or atleast, I think it is.