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He drifted in and out of consciousness. 'Mike,' he thought, 'where was Mike? had he left him?' He had to go find Mike. He felt worry enveloping him. "Mike" he kept muttering and then struggling in his nervous state. "Mike," he said, struggling harder. He felt fatigue creeping up on him again as his body relaxed and sunk against the bed. He woke up, his sight hazy and his body heavy. Raising his hand to his head he felt moisture. Then for the first time, he glanced around. It was dark. It must be night out. Mike was on the bed next to him, his arms thrown over him. He was still wearing that same cloth, he looked weary. On the floor was a cloth and a bowl of water. 'Man they must've been wetting my forehead,' he though, amazed by the effort they had gone to.
"Mike," he said his voice hoarse. He shot up like a bullet and looked at him with that deep, intense stare of his. "Steve.. I'm real glad that you're okay man." Suddenly, he felt Mike grip him strongly. His glance switched and fell on Brian. He was awake and sitting hunched up on the window sill. "What's with him?" he gestured at Brian.
"Don't mind him"
"Brian," he yelled.
"I'm out." And he left.
"Look he's just kinda mad. That's all," said Mike.
"Why?"
"You know, while you were sleeping, you kept muttering a lot. He's just upset cause you didn't ask bout him." Then he continued, "Don't let it get to you, he'll forget it."
"Oh." Steve didn't remember. Had he only asked for Mike? He sure felt like an asshole, rubbin it in like that. Right now all he wanted to do was stay with Mike. He didn't want him to leave.
"What's her face, Jane, called for you," muttered Mike angrily turning around.
"Yeah, so?" Steve asked cautiously.
"What's up with that?" said Mike, turning on him viciously. "You've never gone for one chick this long. You never around anymore. Always out with her, taking her someplace, buyin her flowers. It's always just me and Brain." Swiftly crossing the room, he punched the wall. "I ain't turnin on you or nothing, it's just. forget man."
"Mike."
"Just go to sleep. We only got three more days left of vacation. Better enjoy it." He fell into bed, deliberately turning away from Steve.
Steve walk up slowly, finding himself alone in the bedroom. Mike was gonna avoid him for a day or something. It's happened before. Well, he'd go catch up with Brian. He loved hanging out at the gas station where Brian worked. With Brian there, it'd be a lot of fun besides he always brought along a big crowd there. But the real reason he loved going there was the cars. He loved cars. He could do stuff and fix up cars that no one could do, the guy here had offered him a job anytime he wanted it(they fixed cars up in this station too), but he'd refused cause the drug store had offered more money and had fit around his school schedule.
"Brian. Man. What's goin on along here? Anything cool?"
"Naw man, you know how it is along here on these kinda days, everyone's outta town," he said, forgetting about the other day.
"Man, I've been itching for some fun round here, with me gettin hurt an all, it's been real plain round here."
"Listen, hang around here some, Mike's comin later with this hot car. Now before you start worryin you head," he said his voice lowering, "I was thinkin that you, and me and Mike of course, can go drag." Drag racing. Well of course he wanted to. It's been about three months since the last race. He got high of off racing. His thoughts were interrupted as Brian continued, "Curtis and his crew gonna be there. What do you? You in?" his smile revealing that he already knew that Steve couldn't refuse. "Mike's stoppin by here around six, we'll grab a bite and head for the highway from there. Man, I'm up for this as much as you are." With that statement, Steve turned to see that Brian really was excited about this. He took out a cigarette and took a long drag then passed it to Brian. His nerves were jumping with excitement. "You guys bringing something to drink along the drive?" "Yo, man, I don't know if it's such a good idea for you to be drinking on the road. Mike'll skin me for that."
"You know you're still bringing some. Besides, ain't it me who's supposed to worry all the time?" Steve just couldn't worry with such an exciting thing ahead of him. It seemed like time was egging away until he saw Mike pulling up in the station. Brian filled him in on the details of the race. "Come on. We got to go. Curtis'll think we chickened out."
"Yo, hold on. Who said I'm okay with this. Man, Steve's crazy on the road."
"You ain't talking me out of this. So are you coming or not?"
"Just wanted to see if you were really up for this," he said grinning. Steve jumped into the driver's car. They raced down the street.
"This road's 30 miles. There's a cut in the road. First one there's the winner. 'Careful, you might fall through that hole," spat Curtis.
Drag racing on this road was crazy dangerous. When you got up over a hundred miles per hour it was awfully hard to slow down. And with the cut at the end of the road you had to be the closest to the crack in the road and be first. Steve had never done anything this dangerous. He wasn't gonna force Mike and Brian to do this.
"Guys, I think I can do this alone," he muttered, his voice dangerously quiet.
"Like hell, we're comin too. You ain't gonna have all the fun alone," said Brian, jumping into the back seat with Mike. Steve was glad his buddies were there for him.
"Well, let's go then."
Jumping in, he gripped the wheel hard. At the sound of the beginning gunshot he was off. Alongside Curtis' car he was going fast. 60.70.80 miles per hour.
He grabbed a beer from Brian who didn't want him to lose track of the road and go for a beer.
The car started racing in the wind. 100.110.130..140..150 miles per hour. He couldn't stop speeding as much as he could control living. It was speeding like a bullet. He knew that there was only 10 miles left on the road. "Shit man, slow down. We're gonna go over," Brian screamed at him.
But he wouldn't, not that he could. He just kept speeding, getting the car ready. "Hand me another beer." By his voice, they knew there was no argument. Another beer came. He chugged it down then threw it out off the window with a bang. It felt great.
This was what life was about. Control. He had control of the entire world. He had control of his friends' lives.
Two miles left.
One.
He wouldn't slow down. Not even for Mike's shouts. He was gripping the wheel so hard now that his knuckles had turned a sickly white. He could see the end of the road now. He knew what he had to do. Speeding he took the jump..
The car jolted as it bumped the street. He sped the car up trying to get it on the road. The back wheels had caught on the end.
Then steadily he steered the car to a stop. It wasn't for another minute that he let go of the wheel, his heart hammering against chest. He touched his head. There was a gash there from when he hit the wheel landing on the road. He turned, both of his brothers looked okay. Then suddenly he laughed as he thought how he had automatically thought of them as brothers. "I'm glad both my brothers are okay," grinned Steve. Laughing and gripping each other they turned to see Curtis' car, twenty feet away from the crack in the road.
Yep, nobody could say that Steve hadn't won. Still laughing he turned around and drove home on the hill.
It was the best feeling in the world.
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He drifted in and out of consciousness. 'Mike,' he thought, 'where was Mike? had he left him?' He had to go find Mike. He felt worry enveloping him. "Mike" he kept muttering and then struggling in his nervous state. "Mike," he said, struggling harder. He felt fatigue creeping up on him again as his body relaxed and sunk against the bed. He woke up, his sight hazy and his body heavy. Raising his hand to his head he felt moisture. Then for the first time, he glanced around. It was dark. It must be night out. Mike was on the bed next to him, his arms thrown over him. He was still wearing that same cloth, he looked weary. On the floor was a cloth and a bowl of water. 'Man they must've been wetting my forehead,' he though, amazed by the effort they had gone to.
"Mike," he said his voice hoarse. He shot up like a bullet and looked at him with that deep, intense stare of his. "Steve.. I'm real glad that you're okay man." Suddenly, he felt Mike grip him strongly. His glance switched and fell on Brian. He was awake and sitting hunched up on the window sill. "What's with him?" he gestured at Brian.
"Don't mind him"
"Brian," he yelled.
"I'm out." And he left.
"Look he's just kinda mad. That's all," said Mike.
"Why?"
"You know, while you were sleeping, you kept muttering a lot. He's just upset cause you didn't ask bout him." Then he continued, "Don't let it get to you, he'll forget it."
"Oh." Steve didn't remember. Had he only asked for Mike? He sure felt like an asshole, rubbin it in like that. Right now all he wanted to do was stay with Mike. He didn't want him to leave.
"What's her face, Jane, called for you," muttered Mike angrily turning around.
"Yeah, so?" Steve asked cautiously.
"What's up with that?" said Mike, turning on him viciously. "You've never gone for one chick this long. You never around anymore. Always out with her, taking her someplace, buyin her flowers. It's always just me and Brain." Swiftly crossing the room, he punched the wall. "I ain't turnin on you or nothing, it's just. forget man."
"Mike."
"Just go to sleep. We only got three more days left of vacation. Better enjoy it." He fell into bed, deliberately turning away from Steve.
Steve walk up slowly, finding himself alone in the bedroom. Mike was gonna avoid him for a day or something. It's happened before. Well, he'd go catch up with Brian. He loved hanging out at the gas station where Brian worked. With Brian there, it'd be a lot of fun besides he always brought along a big crowd there. But the real reason he loved going there was the cars. He loved cars. He could do stuff and fix up cars that no one could do, the guy here had offered him a job anytime he wanted it(they fixed cars up in this station too), but he'd refused cause the drug store had offered more money and had fit around his school schedule.
"Brian. Man. What's goin on along here? Anything cool?"
"Naw man, you know how it is along here on these kinda days, everyone's outta town," he said, forgetting about the other day.
"Man, I've been itching for some fun round here, with me gettin hurt an all, it's been real plain round here."
"Listen, hang around here some, Mike's comin later with this hot car. Now before you start worryin you head," he said his voice lowering, "I was thinkin that you, and me and Mike of course, can go drag." Drag racing. Well of course he wanted to. It's been about three months since the last race. He got high of off racing. His thoughts were interrupted as Brian continued, "Curtis and his crew gonna be there. What do you? You in?" his smile revealing that he already knew that Steve couldn't refuse. "Mike's stoppin by here around six, we'll grab a bite and head for the highway from there. Man, I'm up for this as much as you are." With that statement, Steve turned to see that Brian really was excited about this. He took out a cigarette and took a long drag then passed it to Brian. His nerves were jumping with excitement. "You guys bringing something to drink along the drive?" "Yo, man, I don't know if it's such a good idea for you to be drinking on the road. Mike'll skin me for that."
"You know you're still bringing some. Besides, ain't it me who's supposed to worry all the time?" Steve just couldn't worry with such an exciting thing ahead of him. It seemed like time was egging away until he saw Mike pulling up in the station. Brian filled him in on the details of the race. "Come on. We got to go. Curtis'll think we chickened out."
"Yo, hold on. Who said I'm okay with this. Man, Steve's crazy on the road."
"You ain't talking me out of this. So are you coming or not?"
"Just wanted to see if you were really up for this," he said grinning. Steve jumped into the driver's car. They raced down the street.
"This road's 30 miles. There's a cut in the road. First one there's the winner. 'Careful, you might fall through that hole," spat Curtis.
Drag racing on this road was crazy dangerous. When you got up over a hundred miles per hour it was awfully hard to slow down. And with the cut at the end of the road you had to be the closest to the crack in the road and be first. Steve had never done anything this dangerous. He wasn't gonna force Mike and Brian to do this.
"Guys, I think I can do this alone," he muttered, his voice dangerously quiet.
"Like hell, we're comin too. You ain't gonna have all the fun alone," said Brian, jumping into the back seat with Mike. Steve was glad his buddies were there for him.
"Well, let's go then."
Jumping in, he gripped the wheel hard. At the sound of the beginning gunshot he was off. Alongside Curtis' car he was going fast. 60.70.80 miles per hour.
He grabbed a beer from Brian who didn't want him to lose track of the road and go for a beer.
The car started racing in the wind. 100.110.130..140..150 miles per hour. He couldn't stop speeding as much as he could control living. It was speeding like a bullet. He knew that there was only 10 miles left on the road. "Shit man, slow down. We're gonna go over," Brian screamed at him.
But he wouldn't, not that he could. He just kept speeding, getting the car ready. "Hand me another beer." By his voice, they knew there was no argument. Another beer came. He chugged it down then threw it out off the window with a bang. It felt great.
This was what life was about. Control. He had control of the entire world. He had control of his friends' lives.
Two miles left.
One.
He wouldn't slow down. Not even for Mike's shouts. He was gripping the wheel so hard now that his knuckles had turned a sickly white. He could see the end of the road now. He knew what he had to do. Speeding he took the jump..
The car jolted as it bumped the street. He sped the car up trying to get it on the road. The back wheels had caught on the end.
Then steadily he steered the car to a stop. It wasn't for another minute that he let go of the wheel, his heart hammering against chest. He touched his head. There was a gash there from when he hit the wheel landing on the road. He turned, both of his brothers looked okay. Then suddenly he laughed as he thought how he had automatically thought of them as brothers. "I'm glad both my brothers are okay," grinned Steve. Laughing and gripping each other they turned to see Curtis' car, twenty feet away from the crack in the road.
Yep, nobody could say that Steve hadn't won. Still laughing he turned around and drove home on the hill.
It was the best feeling in the world.
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