This doesn't seem to show up on FanFictin.net my past few posts, so here is
one more shot!
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VELOCITY, The First Lap
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This is a story set before camp, all concerning Twitch. Some of it will be in his point of view, other in a sort of third person thing. Unfortunately, this one isn't Slash, I know, I'm disappointed too! This will probably end up a 3-5-chapter story, I'm sure, but it won't be very long.
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Disclaimer:: I do not own Holes, although this hasn't got much to do with it. I'm not making any money off this or any of my other stories, so DON'T SUE ME!!
Dedication:: SuparStarLauren02. It is so fun talking to you, I hope you get to read this, I spent half the night working out the kinks so my soap box buddy could have his own story!
Date Typed:: February 10th
Contact:: Currently, there are FIVE ways to contact me, meaning THERE IS NO REASON YOU SHOULDN'T!!! Firstly, you can review here, that is the most common way. Or I can be AOL instant messaged at *I Hug Squirrels*, without the stars. If you don't have aim, then you can email me at Happysushi1353@yahoo.com. Otherwise, feel free to comment in my Dead journal (link on bio) or Neo-Mail me, at neopets.com.
Authors Note:: This is kind of a Fast and The Furious/Hole thing. Basically Twitch's story. This starts about a month before he gets caught, and it'll end when he does. None of the campers will be in this, because basically, THEY'VE BEEN AT CAMP! If you'd actually SEEN the movie you would know this. He is going to meet one of *my* personal masterpieces.
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Brian stared at the deep chrome still spinning on the rims of his brother's car. The green light glowed extra bright beneath it, giving it a floating effect, making the hydraulic wheels look even fatter. Stephen, his brother was bent over, turning a wrench somewhere in the engine. The radio was blaring some random rap lyrics as some of the local girls walked by and called out, their voices drowned in the foul language.
"Shit!" Stephen called from beneath the hood as a thick cloud of smoke appeared out of nowhere, causing Brian to choke and the girls outside to walk away, holding their noses and coughing.
"What'd you do now?" asked Brian, turning down the radio and leaning in to see the problem.
"Stripped the Runner Tube. I don't know if I can fix it before tonight, RT's are kind of hard t find, and X549's are probably the rarest kind of all." He replied, frowning down at the sliced piece of tubing in front of him.
"Don't dad have one of them in the old tin?"
Stephen's face lit up and he threw the wrench on the rest and raced into the next room to find the beat up old box that their dad used to keep old parts for his racing cars in. Their dad owned the local garage, the only one that would sell street racing parts to minors. That's why their dad wasn't there any more, he got busted.
"Brian! You're a god damned BRAIN!"
Stephen smiled at his younger brother before leaning back into the works of the car ad replacing the tube. Next, he told Brian to try and start the car's CO2 drive. Twiddling his thumbs nervously, his thumbs nervously he set himself behind the wheel, turned the key in the ignition and pressed the thresher. Bluish green flames splurged from the rear tail pipes, making the car groan against the supports.
"That's my girl!" Stephen called out, closing the hood, "Now turn off the Drive and keep her running, lets go for a test drive. I gotta get more cans before 6."
Brian slid into the passenger seat as Stephen started the car and pulled in reverse off the support beam. They thundered out of the garage to Whinny's, the local underground raceway.
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He sat in the passer seat of the car and stared through the dirty glass window as Stephen pulled out a wad of cash and set it on the counter. Mr. Whinny nodded and handed him a large crate, before waving him away and grabbing the wad of bills. Stephen came stumbling out, trying not to drop the gas bottles he was carrying.
"Got a deal! 12 bottles only 250. I only woulda got nine at Mike's. He's a real scum bag, Mike is......... Hey man, pop the trunk. The little blue button."
Brian scanned all the buttons on the dash and smiled at te bright yellow one. This one activated the threshers. The red one, next to it set off the alarm, although it had a picture of a skull and cross bone on it. He pushed in the blue button to open the trunk and reclined back into the leather seat.
"Ready?"
"Yeah. Do I have to stay with Angela again tonight?" he asked, frowning at Stephen.
He really wanted to go to race and see his brother win. Stephen never lost. Well maybe he did once or twice, but there was always a reason for that, wither being presumed dead that he was hurt so badly, or Mom not letting his race.
Mom hated racing.
She hated cars. She hated everything dad had liked, she liked to believe cars are what killed him, and she didn't want her sons having anything to do with them. Mom didn't know about tonight, or any other Tuesday or Saturday. She didn't know about the street racing. She didn't know about Stephen's car. And if Brian could have it his way, she would never know.
"Actually, I have big news that I think you're going to like. Seeing as how you're 14 now, (A/n:: how old is Twitch anyway?) and Mike is such a scum bag, I want you to be my Front man."
Brian couldn't believe his ears.
Him?
The frontman?
(Authors Note:: Front Man means backup. Not really backup, just like a racing buddy. Like... he'll be in the car when they race to make sure everything is okay so the driver doesn't have to worry about it.)
"Are you serious.........?"
"No. I'm lying. You dipshit of course I'm serious! You know more about cars than anybody I know, and you're my little brother, I think I trust you with my life. Plus, you basically helped me fix this piece of junk up. Without you, she'd be in the junk yard with all the rusted Toyota's and Sports Utility Vehicles! She's OURS. Tonight will be your test run. You fuck up then I kill you. You ace this and you're my Front. Simple as that. You go it?"
All he could do was stammer a quiet yes and stare at the dashboard in amazement. It was a big thing, to be someone's Front. It means they trusted you with more than just their life.
It meant they trusted you with their cars.
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"I'm here to race, not flap jaws with you Antonio," said Stephen, revving his engine, "you wanna start something, lets settle this on the track."
"Aw! Look at how cute your little Front is!" called one of the hoes leaning on Antonio's car, "What is he, 13? He looks like my little brother!"
"People, people!" called Maxus, the race instructor, lets get this over with! The race starts in 5 minutes! Cough up your cash now!"
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VELOCITY, The First Lap
###
This is a story set before camp, all concerning Twitch. Some of it will be in his point of view, other in a sort of third person thing. Unfortunately, this one isn't Slash, I know, I'm disappointed too! This will probably end up a 3-5-chapter story, I'm sure, but it won't be very long.
###
Disclaimer:: I do not own Holes, although this hasn't got much to do with it. I'm not making any money off this or any of my other stories, so DON'T SUE ME!!
Dedication:: SuparStarLauren02. It is so fun talking to you, I hope you get to read this, I spent half the night working out the kinks so my soap box buddy could have his own story!
Date Typed:: February 10th
Contact:: Currently, there are FIVE ways to contact me, meaning THERE IS NO REASON YOU SHOULDN'T!!! Firstly, you can review here, that is the most common way. Or I can be AOL instant messaged at *I Hug Squirrels*, without the stars. If you don't have aim, then you can email me at Happysushi1353@yahoo.com. Otherwise, feel free to comment in my Dead journal (link on bio) or Neo-Mail me, at neopets.com.
Authors Note:: This is kind of a Fast and The Furious/Hole thing. Basically Twitch's story. This starts about a month before he gets caught, and it'll end when he does. None of the campers will be in this, because basically, THEY'VE BEEN AT CAMP! If you'd actually SEEN the movie you would know this. He is going to meet one of *my* personal masterpieces.
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Brian stared at the deep chrome still spinning on the rims of his brother's car. The green light glowed extra bright beneath it, giving it a floating effect, making the hydraulic wheels look even fatter. Stephen, his brother was bent over, turning a wrench somewhere in the engine. The radio was blaring some random rap lyrics as some of the local girls walked by and called out, their voices drowned in the foul language.
"Shit!" Stephen called from beneath the hood as a thick cloud of smoke appeared out of nowhere, causing Brian to choke and the girls outside to walk away, holding their noses and coughing.
"What'd you do now?" asked Brian, turning down the radio and leaning in to see the problem.
"Stripped the Runner Tube. I don't know if I can fix it before tonight, RT's are kind of hard t find, and X549's are probably the rarest kind of all." He replied, frowning down at the sliced piece of tubing in front of him.
"Don't dad have one of them in the old tin?"
Stephen's face lit up and he threw the wrench on the rest and raced into the next room to find the beat up old box that their dad used to keep old parts for his racing cars in. Their dad owned the local garage, the only one that would sell street racing parts to minors. That's why their dad wasn't there any more, he got busted.
"Brian! You're a god damned BRAIN!"
Stephen smiled at his younger brother before leaning back into the works of the car ad replacing the tube. Next, he told Brian to try and start the car's CO2 drive. Twiddling his thumbs nervously, his thumbs nervously he set himself behind the wheel, turned the key in the ignition and pressed the thresher. Bluish green flames splurged from the rear tail pipes, making the car groan against the supports.
"That's my girl!" Stephen called out, closing the hood, "Now turn off the Drive and keep her running, lets go for a test drive. I gotta get more cans before 6."
Brian slid into the passenger seat as Stephen started the car and pulled in reverse off the support beam. They thundered out of the garage to Whinny's, the local underground raceway.
###
He sat in the passer seat of the car and stared through the dirty glass window as Stephen pulled out a wad of cash and set it on the counter. Mr. Whinny nodded and handed him a large crate, before waving him away and grabbing the wad of bills. Stephen came stumbling out, trying not to drop the gas bottles he was carrying.
"Got a deal! 12 bottles only 250. I only woulda got nine at Mike's. He's a real scum bag, Mike is......... Hey man, pop the trunk. The little blue button."
Brian scanned all the buttons on the dash and smiled at te bright yellow one. This one activated the threshers. The red one, next to it set off the alarm, although it had a picture of a skull and cross bone on it. He pushed in the blue button to open the trunk and reclined back into the leather seat.
"Ready?"
"Yeah. Do I have to stay with Angela again tonight?" he asked, frowning at Stephen.
He really wanted to go to race and see his brother win. Stephen never lost. Well maybe he did once or twice, but there was always a reason for that, wither being presumed dead that he was hurt so badly, or Mom not letting his race.
Mom hated racing.
She hated cars. She hated everything dad had liked, she liked to believe cars are what killed him, and she didn't want her sons having anything to do with them. Mom didn't know about tonight, or any other Tuesday or Saturday. She didn't know about the street racing. She didn't know about Stephen's car. And if Brian could have it his way, she would never know.
"Actually, I have big news that I think you're going to like. Seeing as how you're 14 now, (A/n:: how old is Twitch anyway?) and Mike is such a scum bag, I want you to be my Front man."
Brian couldn't believe his ears.
Him?
The frontman?
(Authors Note:: Front Man means backup. Not really backup, just like a racing buddy. Like... he'll be in the car when they race to make sure everything is okay so the driver doesn't have to worry about it.)
"Are you serious.........?"
"No. I'm lying. You dipshit of course I'm serious! You know more about cars than anybody I know, and you're my little brother, I think I trust you with my life. Plus, you basically helped me fix this piece of junk up. Without you, she'd be in the junk yard with all the rusted Toyota's and Sports Utility Vehicles! She's OURS. Tonight will be your test run. You fuck up then I kill you. You ace this and you're my Front. Simple as that. You go it?"
All he could do was stammer a quiet yes and stare at the dashboard in amazement. It was a big thing, to be someone's Front. It means they trusted you with more than just their life.
It meant they trusted you with their cars.
###
"I'm here to race, not flap jaws with you Antonio," said Stephen, revving his engine, "you wanna start something, lets settle this on the track."
"Aw! Look at how cute your little Front is!" called one of the hoes leaning on Antonio's car, "What is he, 13? He looks like my little brother!"
"People, people!" called Maxus, the race instructor, lets get this over with! The race starts in 5 minutes! Cough up your cash now!"
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