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Fuel

Al had created a name for himself on the street racing scene. It wasn't Alan Tracy people were queuing up to race against it was just Al. Another few weeks had passed and Al had impressed Rubia so much that he was racing three or four different people every night. Max and Thom where there with him every step of the way not for the money or for the fame some people try to gain by hanging out with the youngest Tracy and that meant more to Alan than he let on. Well almost as much as the adrenaline rush he got when he punched the NOS and hit just under 200mph.

Alan laughed as he helped a non sober Max carry a very drunk Thom along the abandoned school corridors. The summer project had officially ended but the three boy as well as some others didn't go home they decided to stay in Wharton for the rest of the summer. Even if they were only just under half way through the holidays. He smiled as he dropped Thom onto his bed and watched Max attempt to take off his shoes. He eventually shoved Max to his bed and hit the lights on his way out. He didn't drink when he raced because he like the rush more when he was sober, but that didn't stop Max and Thom from having a drink when they were socialising with the race girls. It was roughly 30 minutes past midnight when he got into his room – which was really early for him. Alan laughed as he realise the Video phone was ringing … again. He took his hoody off and threw it in the general direction of the desk only to hear the unmistakeable chime of a call being answered. He bit his lip as he realised the zip on his hoody had answered the call. ' Okay,' he thought ' Just make it seem intentional.

"Yo," Alan called as he plopped himself down on his bed hoping the person wouldn't call him on his appearance. Street racing really made you sweat, what with all the racing and cops showing up. "Talk to me." He smiled sadly as he saw John staring at him from the screen. John had been making a last attempt to call Alan before bed and was really surprised when he answered.

"Hey Alan, why haven't you been answering our calls. We were worried about you," John said quickly then slapped a hand over his mouth and started again. "I'm sorry Alan. I don't blame you if you want to hang up on me right now I mean I'm one of the worst brothers ever!" Alan looked at John in surprise, I mean sure his family forgot his birthday but they never realised or apologised for it. And John was meant to be up in space not having a sea view in the background of his video call.

"Johnny are you okay?"

"Okay! How can I be okay, we've been forgetting your birthday for years." John cried in anger. Then stopped he didn't want Alan to think he was mad at him. Alan just started laughing causing John to look at him in concern, could they have done some mental damage to Alan by forgetting his birthday. Maybe he should talk to Scott about getting a "Hey John! Wakey wakey! Kid brother still on the line!" Alan's call burst through his train of thoughts causing him to snapped his head up to look at the screen. Alan was grinning at him.

"You're forgiven on one condition." Alan said causing John to let his jaw slacken. What , When , How?

"What?" John begged. He couldn't believe Alan was forgiving him this easy he should be milking this oportunity to the maximum capability. John knew he would if he was in Alan's shoes.

"Get me a birthday present." John stared at Alan like he had gone crazy.

"It can't be that simple? What no fly Thunderbird 1 out here and take me for a ride sort of thing?" Alan grinned at the thought of that rush compared to his car but quickly shook the thought from his head. No one at home could find out about that or he'd be dead.

"Nope just a nice present from one brother to another." John grinned at Alan as he said that.

"You know I actually bought you a present this year. I mean I've always meant to get you one but ..."

"It's okay," Alan cut in before he could continue. "i just want this years one."

"do you want me to send it to you or what?"

Alan looked at John carefully.

"why don't you just show me it over the Video phone. I'm to impatient to wait for it to be sent out here. Common Johnny show us already." John laughed as he realised how excited the kid was getting. He should be like this every year not just when someone remembered his birthday. He ducked down and open the drawer on his desk that held Alan's present in it.

"you ready kiddo?" he said pulling it out.

"Show me already!" Alan called good heartedly

John sat up a sat a pair of keys on the desk. Alan stared at his brother.

"That's it?" he asked sceptically, maybe he shouldn't have gotten so excited.

"Is that it? Is that it?" John cried with mock horror. "Of course not! remember that old Red convertible in New York, the one your not meant to touch?"

"You mean the one Scott almost crashed?"

"Yeah well you see it's mine, mum gave me it when she got her new one, but I spend so much time up in 5 and she needs to be driven and you've got your provisional license now. See where I'm going with this?"

"you're giving me a car!" Alan cried in disbelief. Not just any car but one his mum had owned. Then he remembered what his dad had said. Would his mum really want him driving her car? John grinned at the screen then realised why Alan stopped smiling

"I thought you should have it. What Dad said was wrong, mum would be so proud of you!" John said firmly trying to convince his brother that his Mum wouldn't care what he had done. "It wasn't Dad's place to say that..."

But before John could continue Alan's door burst open to reveal a still slightly drunk Thom. You see a drunk Thom can't tell noisy from quiet. So he tended to shout instead of talk when he got drunk.

"Allie!" he yelped tripping over a discarded shoe quickly righting himself. "Man were you on fire tonight I mean it was like ooooh noo but then BAMM with the NOS and whhhheeee you won and you car is smoking hawt dawg!" then he promptly collasped to the floor.

Alan looked from his new best friend to his brother on the Video phone. Boy was he in trouble now!

As all this commotion was going on Pepper Dylan had finally shot enough film to cover the essence of Street Racing. He didn't have a shot of this guy's face but that made it even better. It would show an anonymous guys rise to fame from a newbie street racer to king of the streets. Known only as Al. This would shot him into the leage of other weekly sports reporters, he might even get an opportunity to commentate on NAS CAR.

okay here we go! Thanks to everyone who commented, keep it up im feeling the love guys XD.