A/N: Quick update! I hope you all like it. I'm really starting to enjoy writing these chapters! Anyways enjoy!
Mist sprayed in every direction as it bounced off the boat's windshield. The speedometer on the dash was steadily reaching its max speed as I raced after the bright orange boat in front of me.
The sun was beginning to set on the horizon. Light glimmered across the murky surface of water, reflecting right into my eyes, making it difficult to see. The boat was beginning to increase in size as I inched closer to it. I pulled out my gun and began to fire. He swerved and tried to regain control of the boat. Soon enough our boats were side by side.
My next move was not one of my smartest, but I had done worse, like diving into a moving plane and jumping from a helicopter onto the top floor of the Philips Building. I leaped from my own boat onto the other, surprisingly landing on my feet. Without wasting another minute I shot the burly man before he had time to react. But unfortunately I missed my target and ended up hitting him in the arm instead of the chest. Keeping my balance became a challenge because the man had let go of the steering wheel.
Not even wincing when the bullet impacted his arm, he closed the gap between the two of us and knocked the pistol out of my hand. It skidded across the deck and out if my grasp. Damn it. So I used the only weapon I had left. My fists. My knuckles connected with his jaw, and I began to repeatedly punch him.
Jesus, what was this guy on? He didn't even appear to be effected at all by me punching him. Suddenly, he took me by surprise, and knocked me to the ground and then pinned my arms down. He punched me once in the ribs. I then awaited impact of the next punch, but it never came. A gun shot was heard over the purr of the boat's engine and then man collapsed on top of me. I looked up and there was Johnny, looking down at me, holding my discarded pistol. I pushed the man off of me and scrambled to my feet. I just stared at him, not knowing what to say.
"Why am I always saving your ass?" He asked with his signature smirk.
"Actually I think it's the other way around." I shot back and then smiled. He was alive and back to being Johnny, the trigger happy maniac who was my best friend.
I ran to him and wrapped my arms around him. It took him by surprise initially, but he then hugged me back. Just feeling him there next to me made all my doubts disappear. He was back and I planned on keeping it that way.
By the time we had made it back to shore, the moon had risen into the dark sky. The familiar smells and sounds of Stilwater traveled through the evening air. I stepped off the curb and stopped in the middle of the street as a bright green Venom Classic was driving by. The driver stopped the car inches from me. Johnny then walked around to the car door and grabbed the man by the collar and threw him out onto the pavement. He then hopped into the drivers seat.
"Hey! I wanted to drive."
"I'd like to live, not crash about two miles down the road and knowing you... no way."
He had a point, I tended to smash into several cars, and when I say several I mean about every other car that passes me.
"So what'd I miss?" He asked glancing at me as I collapsed in the passengers seat.
"Oh ya know, the usual. Crushed a frenchie with a giant steel ball, unmasked an asshole and beat a computer nerd at his own game. Oh and got shot at by hooker assassins." I shrugged, after filling him in on all the exciting moments in Steelport.
"Well shit, I missed out on all the fun." Johnny said before laughing.
The car became silent after a while, because our energy was slowly draining, but it was the comfortable silence that I could only enjoy with Johnny. I glanced out the window and began to relax. But something was still nagging me in the back of my mind. I wanted to ask him where he had been, if he even remembered anything. But I stopped myself, tonight it was just satisfying knowing that I hadn't lost him after all this time. I'll save that question for another day.