So apparently I'm taking requests now? o.O Lol!
Seriously though, I love that you guys enjoy my writing that much! It makes me feel really good :)
Anyway, so this is a request by randomkitty101!
Hope you like it!
Cruise:
Or,
"When Dick says something is a bad idea, you would be wise to listen."
"This is a bad idea," Dick repeated for what seemed like the billionth time. "Either we're going to get caught, or die!"
Wally rolled his eyes, "No we aren't! We'll be fine!"
"Wally, you've only had your permit for two days!"
"And I need to practice! So shut-up and get in!"
Letting out a defeated groan, Dick reluctantly slipped into the passenger seat, buckling in. Wally started the car and backed out of the driveway with surprising ease.
"See? I'm a good driver."
"Anyone can back out of a flat driveway, Walls..."
Sticking out his tongue, Wally tried to pop the car into first gear. Key word being: Tried.
The gears ground together harshly, and both boys cringed.
"Whoops."
After much grinding clanking, Wally finally got the gear into place and started his way down the street. Or at least that's what was supposed to be happening. In actuality, it was more like lurching and slamming than driving.
"Can you even drive a stick?" Dick asked, rubbing the seat-belt shaped bruise forming on his neck.
"Um...define can."
Rolling his eyes, Dick turned his head to look out the side window. "Dude, we're only four blocks from your house, just turn around."
"No! I can do this!"
Slowly the car began to move again, this time with a bit more ease. They reached the stop sign at the end of the street, and paused. Wally gave a triumphant smirk, as he started to move again.
The car sputtered and died.
"You can't drive a stick."
"Shut-up..."
Third time was the charm in this case, and they were moving again. They pulled onto the road, into traffic, and started their decent in what Dick thought was the direction of the Keystone mall. Wally's shifting abilities slowly began to smooth out, and the ride was peaceful...
Until...
"I need music," Wally announced. His gaze shifted from the road, to the radio and that started the domino affect.
"Walls, you're drifting..."
There only a hum in reply, as the speedster fiddled with the dials.
"Wally, seriously."
"Chill, dude."
"Wally, you're drifting into the other lane!"
The redhead glanced up for a fraction of a second. "We're fine," he said, looking back down.
"TRUCK!"
Head snapping up, Wally jerked the wheel back over to the right merely seconds before a semi-truck came barreling past.
"Lord, please forgive me for everything I've ever done," Dick said, looked up.
"What are you doing?"
"Praying. That's what people do when they're about to die."
Wally rolled his eyes, "We're not gonna die," he assured him, shooting him a look. "That was just a freak thing!"
Dick could tell his friend was relaxed, and in driving that is never a good thing.
"Aw, it's raining," Wally whined, suddenly. "Well, guess that means the drive-in's a no..."
Dick raised an eyebrow. "You have a drive-in?"
"Keystone is a very boring place..."
The car sped, well over the speed-limit, down the road. Dick imagined what Bruce would say if he ever found out about this little "adventure." The thought made him cringe.
Suddenly, Wally yawned, rolling his neck. Taking his hands off the wheel, he stretched. His muscles tightening caused his foot to press a bit harder on the gas petal. The car lurched forward at an alarming rate, and swerved toward the sidewalk. Tires jumped the curb before slamming harshly back onto the asphalt. Wally shot his hands back to the wheel, shrinking a bit in his seat.
"Sorry."
Dick dropped his face into his hands.
Just then, the unmistakable blue and red lights flashed in the review mirror.
Dick looked up slowly at the sound of the siren, and shot his best friend with the fiercest Batglare he could muster. "I. Hate. You."
Rudolph West dropped down onto the sofa, remote in one hand a bowl of popcorn in the other. He saw his wife rustling through her purse by the front door, and raised an eyebrow. "Lose something?"
"I can't find my car keys. They were right here earlier..."
"Don't worry about it now, just use mine."
Nodding, Mary West pulled her husbands set of keys from the hook just as the doorbell rang. "I wonder who that could be at this hour?" she said curiously, glancing at her watch which read 9:25pm. She pulled open the door.
"Misses West, do these boys belong to you?"
Mary's jaw dropped.
"Hey, mom!" Wally greeted, giving his best "cute and innocent" grin. "You remember that time I saved your life? And I love you!"
"WALLY!"
Not quite sure how I feel about this...
It was good but...I don't know.
Anywaaaayyyy, hope it was good!
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