AN:(Drum) Not much to say, I figured I should try hard as I can to wrap this chapter up in the before the month is over. This chapter is mainly going to be pretty short, we finish the Race, start a new one, and we check on Viggo!

Chapter 11: Change

Viggo rolled over in his bed. He had been here for three days already and had yet to even move. He was ashamed of himself, flat-out ashamed.

"Mr. Rollig? You have a visitor."

Viggo didn't roll over; he just waved the nurse away. The next thing he knew, the curtains were drawn and sunlight filled the room. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, looking around, and expecting to see Rahzel. Instead he only saw a tall white male who he had only seen at parties and on T.V.

"…Brodi?" Viggo winced at the sunlight.

"Lay back," Brodi said. Without looking at Viggo, he pulled up a chair to the side of the bed, reached into his bag, and pulled out a flask. "Drink."

Viggo looked at Brodi. The surfer usually had a gleaming smile, but today he looked grim and serious.

"…What is it?" Viggo looked at him, the left side of his face still bandaged from the frostbite.

"Drink," Brodi said again, thrusting the flask into his hand. Viggo took the flask and put it up to his nose. He could smell the thick stench of rum.

"…Why are you giving me this?" Viggo looked back at Brodi, "I don't want it."

Brodi laughed, "Sure you do. That's all you want, isn't it? I mean, that's why you are here…right?"

Viggo shook his head.

"You mean you aren't here just to get drunk? You mean you are here for a different reason?"

Viggo nodded, "I am here to race for SSX."

Brodi gave a laugh, "No, you aren't. From what I have heard, you haven't been doing much racing. You have been in and out of bars and parties."

Viggo tried to speak up, but Brodi kept talking.

"…Depressed." Brodi finally stopped, looking at Viggo.

Viggo looked down at his lap. "And since when is that any of your business?"

Brodi shrugged, "It's not, my friend. You do what you want to do with your life. I am simply here to help you change, if you want…and to warn you."

Viggo looked up at him, "Warn me of what? If I keep this up I will get fired?"

Brodi shook his head, "No."

Viggo raised an eyebrow.

"If you keep this up," Brodi spoke low, "Allegra won't want you."

J.P was sitting at the front of the Heli-plane, looking smug.

"I have NO idea how the hell he did that…" Griff pouted in the back.

"What, you mean how J.P came out of nowhere, smacked you, tackled Elise, jumped over Moby, spun around Allegra, and then shoved me to the side to win?" Nate chuckled, looking at his second place score.

"Exactly! I mean, I had this race WON! And out of nowhere Frenchie McGee over there decides he actually wants to win something for once."

Nate chuckled, "Get over it. Losing happens."

Griff looked over his shoulder to see Elise sitting at the back of the Heli-Plane, her headphones on as she listened to her M-comm.

"Speaking of losing…what's up with you and Elise?" Griff smirked.

Nate looked down. "Nuthin'. I don't know if what Eddie said was true or not, and I really don't care." Nate sounded like he didn't mean it.

"You don't mean that," Griff smirked, jabbing Nate in the side with his elbow. "You want her just as bad at Atomika and Eddie do."

Nate decided this was a prime time to change the subject, "What about you and Yuri, hmm? I haven't seen much of the couple I saw for the first three months of this circuit."

Griff shrugged, "We are busy. We have races back and forth, and Yuri plans on challenging Mac for his Snow God soon."

Nate raised an eyebrow. "Really? I thought they buried the hatchet?"

Griff shook his head, "Yeah, for about a week. Yuri walked in on Mac and Kaori going at it. Mac got pissed and threw a fit, and Yuri kicked him in the nuts."

Nate laughed, "When the hell did THAT happen?"

Griff was also laughing. "About two days ago."

Nate looked at Griff laughing. It reminded him of the old Griff, the Griff he used to remember. Nate then looked around the lobby of the plane. Everyone was minding their own business, so he made this his time to talk. "Griff, you never did tell me what happened to you."

Griff looked up at him, "What do you mean 'what happened'?"

"Nate, I'm growing up. I'm not 12 anymore. I'm not the sugar addict, video game-obsessed child I was last time."

"But why this image? You remind me of Psymon and I don't know if you ever noticed, but I don't like him too much," Nate said with worry threaded between his words.

Griff sighed. He didn't realize how Nate would take this. He turned to Nate and simply said, "It's just what I'm going through right now. This is what I'm into. Not much for you to do except understand that I'm growing up. I'm becoming more than just 'cute little Griffy'."

Viggo turned his head away. "What makes you think I care?" the younger blond asked.

"I can see your true feelings for that one special girl. You haven't yet realized the promise you two have with each other and I know you want it. The more you become this raging alcoholic, the further away she will run," Brodi told him, reading him like a book.

Viggo never looked at it like that. He knew he always wanted to get with Allegra but never really tried, and he never really questioned himself on that. He looked down and told Brodi, "It kinda feels like you opened the door for me."

"Sure, I've opened the door, but you still need to walk through it, though." Brodi looked at him. The man had potential to become a better person and a better man for Allegra.

"I really think I love this girl. She's not some random chick that I want to bone. This is the first girl I wanted to just hold and sit with. Can I change for her, Brodi?"

"That's not up to me."

Mac, Zoe, Psymon, Yuri, Drum, and Atomika all stood at the starting gates. They waved to fans, stretched, and of course teased the other competitors. "Zoe, I bet $20 I puke first," Psymon said.

She laughed at first and said jokingly, "You're on, playboy." She received a glaring look from Drum, so she blew him a kiss.

The lights hit red, yellow, 2nd yellow, 3rd yellow, then finally green when they began their descent down the mile-long spiral of a course. Drum took the lead with Zoe close behind and Psymon and Mac pushing each other about. Mac slipped and fell behind as Atomika caught close to Yuri, trying to push her down. She swung back at Atomika, only to hit Mac and sending flying down the center of the spiral, screaming the whole way down.

The young Yuri looked down and laughed but kept going. Psymon pushed her down, and she tripped up Atomika, who had fallen behind. Meanwhile, Drum and Zoe were neck-and-neck until Drum noticed a strip of ice. He turned to warn his girl but she wound up not seeing the ice in time, slipping on it and landing flat on her butt.

Psymon and Atomika jumped over her while Yuri just swerved around the punk girl. Atomika saw his chance to get by the Canadian and swung as hard as he could into his stomach. It took Psymon by surprise, but it wasn't enough to knock him down. Psymon clutched his stomach and took a swing, hitting Atomika in the face and putting him down. Yuri went to swerve around him too but leaned too far out. This sent her up the side, off the curve, and right through the middle. She faced the same fate as Mac.

Two down, four to go. The hit to Psymon was starting to get to him. Bending down a little further over his board, he threw up for the second time that day. Zoe saw it too late, slipped, and yes, landed in Psymon's puke. Atomika saw this and felt the need to puke on Zoe right there but held it down.

Drum and Psymon were neck-and-neck. Psymon knew he had to outrun the larger boarder; he couldn't just take him down. Drum, on the other hand, was looking for an opening to take down Psymon. Atomika felt a strong nudge. It was a chunk of ice that had landed on his board. Atomika picked it up chucked it at Psymon's head.

"Oww! Faggot!" Psymon said while turning around and rubbing his head. There it was! Drum swung at Psymon, hitting him in the head nice and hard. Psymon went down, tripping Atomika along the way. The poor American was underneath him. Psymon went to get up only to have Zoe run his legs over.

Psymon let out a powerful yell, signaling his pain. He squeezed Atomika's arm, making him yelp. Psymon pushed himself up and carried on, the DJ following. Drum crossed the finish line in first, Zoe in second, and Psymon in third. Drum supported Zoe so she could regain control of her vision.

The Canadian male stumbled over, dizzy as anything and holding his head. He then said, "Drum...you're...a big...…...stupid...head!" and fell onto his back. The three remaining racers laughed and began laughing even harder as Psymon turned over to throw up some more. He rolled back over, holding out one hand and wiping his mouth with the other hand. Zoe laughed and unzipped her pocket, pulled out a $20, and placed it in his greedy hand. Zoe then remembered his puke on her back. She was just about to pummel him when she realized that seeing him throw up was funny and forgiving enough.

A/N - This is the first chapter I've (CoLLiSiOn) written for the story, well most of it, Drum wrote the first two scenes. So what do you think? Should I stay, or does Drum gotta get rid of me? Heh, well let us know, and if you'd like to suggest anything or just say anything my AIM screen name is Canadianstiches or you can e-mail me at AND REVIEW PLEASE!