Chapter One, Fun Ghoul's POV.
"Run, motherfuckers!" Poison yelled as a couple o' Dracs approached our boundary line. He aimed his gun at their eyes and shot them out, one by one.
"Holy fuck, Poison! CALM THE FUCK DOWN!" Kobra yelled, ducking and dodging the blast.
"Shut up, shithead!" Poison yelled back. I ran towards the Trans-Am. A Drac came too close and I beat the shit outta him.
Star gunned the engine and I jumped in. He hit the gas pedal and we sped towards Poison and Kobra. I pushed a blue button and the passenger doors opened. He drifted and Kobra and Poison jumped in.
The radio crackled with static. Then Dr. Death Defy came on with news.
"Alright, Killjoys. Chemical Depression is at the base. She just came back with news about the Dracs."
Me and Kobra exchanged glances. Chemical Depression. She was fucking beautiful. I'm not gonna say hot 'cause she isn't your regular slut. She isn't even a slut at all. Me and Kobra have been in love with her forever, but neither one of us knows who she wants.
Star jammed his foot on the gas as the Trans-Am sped toward the last mile home.
We reached the base.
Fucking hell.
Chem was standing in front, leaning against the door frame. She was even more gorgeous than I remembered. It had been about 2 years since we'd seen her last. Good God. Tight-ass blue skinny jeans, black Doc Martens, and one of Poison's tight shirts.
Wait.
POISON?
Holy shit.
Star parked the Trans-Am.
I got out.
Kobra got out.
Poison got out.
Star got out.
She ran towards us. "OHMYGOSH! I MISSED YOU GUYS!"
She pulled us in for a hug. I could hear her heart beating. I missed her.
"So… what did you want to tell us?"
"Yeah… about that."
FIN. FOR NOW.