"Well you haven't change much." Bobby said as soon as I camp into the kitchen.
"Neither have you." I told him, rolling my eyes.
"Your still twitching like a freak." Bobby commented.
"And you still act like a retard, what else is new?" I said before putting my bags in my room.
I was surprised that my room still looked pretty much the same as it had before I left. I had figured that Bobby with have trashed it. I guess that me and Bobby, my older brother (18) have never really gotten along all that well. He always made fun of me because I twitch. And I just made fun of him because he is just plain old dumb.
When I went back into the kitchen, Bobby with still sitting there drinking a coke.
"Did ya have fun at camp?" Bobby asked sarcasticly.
"Tons, did you have fun repeating 11 for the third time?" I asked searched the fridge for something to drink.
"Hey, I'm in grade 12!" Bobby shot back.
"Really? Wow, guess the teachers got sick of trying to teach you how to read and just moved you up out of frustration." I said shrugging as I pulled out a coke.
"Yeah but at least I haven't been with a bunch of guys for the last few months." Bobby said trying to think of a comeback.
"Actually, I haven't, we had 14 girls at the camp for the last little while." I said boosting myself up onto the counter.
"Girls?" Bobby asked confused.
"Yeah, they came from the girls camp when the camp was having some problems." I explained.
"Bad-ass girls?" Bobby asked in disbelief "Wow, dude you are so lucky, bad-ass girl are so freakin' hott."
I just rolled my eyes at him, little did he know what the girls had been like.
"Yeah well I am quite sure most of the girl who were there could have stood you on your head and spun you like a top before you could even make a move." I said sarcasticly.
"No way man, bad-ass girls are easy." Bobby said shaking his head.
I almost spat out my mouthful of pop when he said that. When I started laughing, that just confused him more.
"Those girls were anything but easy." I said once I stopped laughing.
"Well did ya hook up with one?" Bobby asked.
"Well, yeah but not the kind of 'hooking up' you are thinking about." I said remembering Mustang.
God I missed that girl. She understood me so well and didn't think I was a freak for twitching. Plus she was so gorgeous. As I had to do was look at her and I would be smiling. She was everything and more.
"She hot?" Bobby asked slyly.
"Like you would not believe." I said smiling in spite of myself.
"Riiiiight, like you could ever get a hot girl." Bobby said laughing.
I rolled my eyes knowing there was no use argueing with someone that stupid.
"Wheres mom and dad?" I asked wanting to change the subject.
"Working." Bobby said shrugging.
I had taken a care from the airport since neither of them had been able to pick me up.
"How come you didn't come pick me up?" I asked Bobby, knowing he had a car.]
"I lost my license." Bobby said scowling.
"You mean you lost the little card thing?" I asked sarcasticly.
"No, as in they took my license away, I can't drive." Bobby said glaring at me.
"Ha ha, you suck." I said laughing. "What'd ya do?"
"Too many speeding tickets." Bobby said shrugging. "That is why I need you to take me to the drags tonight."
"Yeah right, I'm going by myself thanks." I said rolling my eyes.
I had been looking forward to getting home just for the drag races. They were always a blast. Everyone who knew cars and loved them were there. It was a chance to hang out with friends and show off your driving skills. I had usually got with my friends and Bobby with his.
"C'mon man, just do me this favor PLEASE." Bobby pleaded.
I just shook my head, enjoying seeing my older brother in agony.
"I will let ya drive my car." Bobby said smiling hopefully.
My eyes went wide with shock. He never ever let me drive his car. It was his pride and joy, an old souped up muscle car. It was a beauty and could drive with the best of them.
"You mean it?" I asked making sure this wasn't a joke.
"Yeah I mean it, I can't be seen with out there racing your old hunk of junk." Bobby replied.
"I get to race it too?" I asked in disbelief.
"Hell yeah." Bobby replied laughing.
I almost fell off the counter from shock. This was going to be a hell of a night.
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"Who am I racing?" I asked Bobby as we pushed through the crowd back to his car.
"Greg." Bobby replied.
I cursed and kept moving through the crowd. Greg had a bad name around here. He was the same age as my brother, only smarter and most dangerous. He had a bad habit of attacking whoever beat him at racing.
"Already final?" I asked Bobby hoping that I might be able to change my openent.
"Final." Bobby said oblivious to my worrying.
Within a few minutes I was in Bobby's car alone waiting for the race to start. I glanced to the side and could see Gregs cocky face glaring at me. I rolled my eyes and could feel my twitching getting more rapid as I wanted for the race to start.
When I saw the signal I slammed on the gas taking off. Everything flew by, driving came so naturally that I didn't have to think, it just happened. I didn't risk a glance to see where Greg was until I passed the finish line. He was quite far behind me.
I climbed out of the car as the crowd congragulated me. I felt Bobby playfully punch me on the arm while grinning from ear to ear. Greg, on the other hand, didn't look to happy. He glared at me with his fists in his pockets. He handed over $500 to me because stalking off.
We stuck around the races for a bit longer, watching and cheering. When we heard someone shouting the warning that cops were on their way, we quickly left.
"You were awsome tonight." Bobby said gazing at the wad of cash.
"No, your car was awsome tonight." I pointed out as I drove.
"Yeah but I mean, it wouldn't have won if I had been driving it." Bobby said shrugging.
I was shocked that he would almost compliment me like that. Trust me, that was the closest thing to a compliment he had giving me in years.
"Im starving, pull in to MacDonalds." Bobby said uncomfortable with the silence.
I didn't protest, I could feel my stomache rumbling from hunger too. We headed inside and ate our fill while talking about the races. I guess this was the only time when we weren't at each others throats, when we were talking about cars.
As we headed back out to the parking lot, my words caught in my throat. Greg was leaning on Bobby's car with four other friends, grinning at us.
"Well if it isn't the Tamner brothers." Greg said approaching us.
"Hey Greg, came to admire a car better then yours?" I asked faking a smile.
I felt like kicking myself, this was no time for sarcasim.
"Watch your mouth." Greg said dangerously.
I actually managed to keep it shut this time. I knew I wasn't much of a fighter since I wasn't very big.
"Where's my money?" Greg demanded Bobby.
"I ate it." Bobby said shrugging.
This time I wanted to kick him, he was being honest, well kinda, he was just too thick to know he sounded sarcastic. Greg hated sarcasim.
"Is that so?" Greg asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well then I guess we will just have to teach you not to eat what isn't rightfully yours." Greg said turning to look at me.
"Hey, its rightfully ours, we won it." I replied but couldn't say more as one of his friends threw the first punch. I landed, smack on my nose.
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"Neither have you." I told him, rolling my eyes.
"Your still twitching like a freak." Bobby commented.
"And you still act like a retard, what else is new?" I said before putting my bags in my room.
I was surprised that my room still looked pretty much the same as it had before I left. I had figured that Bobby with have trashed it. I guess that me and Bobby, my older brother (18) have never really gotten along all that well. He always made fun of me because I twitch. And I just made fun of him because he is just plain old dumb.
When I went back into the kitchen, Bobby with still sitting there drinking a coke.
"Did ya have fun at camp?" Bobby asked sarcasticly.
"Tons, did you have fun repeating 11 for the third time?" I asked searched the fridge for something to drink.
"Hey, I'm in grade 12!" Bobby shot back.
"Really? Wow, guess the teachers got sick of trying to teach you how to read and just moved you up out of frustration." I said shrugging as I pulled out a coke.
"Yeah but at least I haven't been with a bunch of guys for the last few months." Bobby said trying to think of a comeback.
"Actually, I haven't, we had 14 girls at the camp for the last little while." I said boosting myself up onto the counter.
"Girls?" Bobby asked confused.
"Yeah, they came from the girls camp when the camp was having some problems." I explained.
"Bad-ass girls?" Bobby asked in disbelief "Wow, dude you are so lucky, bad-ass girl are so freakin' hott."
I just rolled my eyes at him, little did he know what the girls had been like.
"Yeah well I am quite sure most of the girl who were there could have stood you on your head and spun you like a top before you could even make a move." I said sarcasticly.
"No way man, bad-ass girls are easy." Bobby said shaking his head.
I almost spat out my mouthful of pop when he said that. When I started laughing, that just confused him more.
"Those girls were anything but easy." I said once I stopped laughing.
"Well did ya hook up with one?" Bobby asked.
"Well, yeah but not the kind of 'hooking up' you are thinking about." I said remembering Mustang.
God I missed that girl. She understood me so well and didn't think I was a freak for twitching. Plus she was so gorgeous. As I had to do was look at her and I would be smiling. She was everything and more.
"She hot?" Bobby asked slyly.
"Like you would not believe." I said smiling in spite of myself.
"Riiiiight, like you could ever get a hot girl." Bobby said laughing.
I rolled my eyes knowing there was no use argueing with someone that stupid.
"Wheres mom and dad?" I asked wanting to change the subject.
"Working." Bobby said shrugging.
I had taken a care from the airport since neither of them had been able to pick me up.
"How come you didn't come pick me up?" I asked Bobby, knowing he had a car.]
"I lost my license." Bobby said scowling.
"You mean you lost the little card thing?" I asked sarcasticly.
"No, as in they took my license away, I can't drive." Bobby said glaring at me.
"Ha ha, you suck." I said laughing. "What'd ya do?"
"Too many speeding tickets." Bobby said shrugging. "That is why I need you to take me to the drags tonight."
"Yeah right, I'm going by myself thanks." I said rolling my eyes.
I had been looking forward to getting home just for the drag races. They were always a blast. Everyone who knew cars and loved them were there. It was a chance to hang out with friends and show off your driving skills. I had usually got with my friends and Bobby with his.
"C'mon man, just do me this favor PLEASE." Bobby pleaded.
I just shook my head, enjoying seeing my older brother in agony.
"I will let ya drive my car." Bobby said smiling hopefully.
My eyes went wide with shock. He never ever let me drive his car. It was his pride and joy, an old souped up muscle car. It was a beauty and could drive with the best of them.
"You mean it?" I asked making sure this wasn't a joke.
"Yeah I mean it, I can't be seen with out there racing your old hunk of junk." Bobby replied.
"I get to race it too?" I asked in disbelief.
"Hell yeah." Bobby replied laughing.
I almost fell off the counter from shock. This was going to be a hell of a night.
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"Who am I racing?" I asked Bobby as we pushed through the crowd back to his car.
"Greg." Bobby replied.
I cursed and kept moving through the crowd. Greg had a bad name around here. He was the same age as my brother, only smarter and most dangerous. He had a bad habit of attacking whoever beat him at racing.
"Already final?" I asked Bobby hoping that I might be able to change my openent.
"Final." Bobby said oblivious to my worrying.
Within a few minutes I was in Bobby's car alone waiting for the race to start. I glanced to the side and could see Gregs cocky face glaring at me. I rolled my eyes and could feel my twitching getting more rapid as I wanted for the race to start.
When I saw the signal I slammed on the gas taking off. Everything flew by, driving came so naturally that I didn't have to think, it just happened. I didn't risk a glance to see where Greg was until I passed the finish line. He was quite far behind me.
I climbed out of the car as the crowd congragulated me. I felt Bobby playfully punch me on the arm while grinning from ear to ear. Greg, on the other hand, didn't look to happy. He glared at me with his fists in his pockets. He handed over $500 to me because stalking off.
We stuck around the races for a bit longer, watching and cheering. When we heard someone shouting the warning that cops were on their way, we quickly left.
"You were awsome tonight." Bobby said gazing at the wad of cash.
"No, your car was awsome tonight." I pointed out as I drove.
"Yeah but I mean, it wouldn't have won if I had been driving it." Bobby said shrugging.
I was shocked that he would almost compliment me like that. Trust me, that was the closest thing to a compliment he had giving me in years.
"Im starving, pull in to MacDonalds." Bobby said uncomfortable with the silence.
I didn't protest, I could feel my stomache rumbling from hunger too. We headed inside and ate our fill while talking about the races. I guess this was the only time when we weren't at each others throats, when we were talking about cars.
As we headed back out to the parking lot, my words caught in my throat. Greg was leaning on Bobby's car with four other friends, grinning at us.
"Well if it isn't the Tamner brothers." Greg said approaching us.
"Hey Greg, came to admire a car better then yours?" I asked faking a smile.
I felt like kicking myself, this was no time for sarcasim.
"Watch your mouth." Greg said dangerously.
I actually managed to keep it shut this time. I knew I wasn't much of a fighter since I wasn't very big.
"Where's my money?" Greg demanded Bobby.
"I ate it." Bobby said shrugging.
This time I wanted to kick him, he was being honest, well kinda, he was just too thick to know he sounded sarcastic. Greg hated sarcasim.
"Is that so?" Greg asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well then I guess we will just have to teach you not to eat what isn't rightfully yours." Greg said turning to look at me.
"Hey, its rightfully ours, we won it." I replied but couldn't say more as one of his friends threw the first punch. I landed, smack on my nose.
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