A/N: Hi guys! I know it's been like forever, but here is a new chapter of Wildest Fantasies. I got my but handed to my by finals, and I just wanted to thank you all so much for following and faving this story./span/p
Without further ado, a new chapter to Wildest Fantasies!Xoxo- Hard to Scare!
I sat uncomfortably atop Chuck Cranston's truck staring at the back of that asshole's head as he had a hand on my sister's thigh, 'I will stab you, you piece of shit.' I swore in my head as it was another day of worrying about Arielle and it was all getting to be really old.
"If that shithog tries anything, I'm gonna pound him." Willard. Thank god their here, I was just about to drive myself crazy. "No fighting, Willard."
"No promises, Rusty." God yes, a fight. Entertainment.
Jesus, when did I get so morbid?
I scooted foreword off my place on the hood of his truck, straightening my shorts and shirt, glaring at Chuck as he said the dumbest sentence ever known. "You guys, keep the smoke away from her now. Her daddy smells that, he'll never let her hang out again."
God I wanna stab you.
Nope, no stabbing, too many witnesses.
"High school field trip's here." tweedledum stated the obvious , and thank god they were, I was just about to become Hannibal Lecter.
Well just in the murder sense, I'm more of a salad person.
Picking up my bag I scurried over to my friends in confidence, if they were here, Arielle couldn't get hurt without them knowing who did it, so she's safe in some sense. Supervised, I mean.
"My boots scuffed the nearly vacant racetrack as I stood next to Rusty, as she greeted me with a warm smile, and nearly ripped my arm off when Ren did too.
God damn that boy is fine.
White shirt. Jeans. Tennis shoes.
I wish I was a white shirt.
"Twinkle toes." greeted Chuck as he threw down the but of his cigarette and I rolled my eyes, "Watching you the other night, that was real entertaining." He looked at me and began undressing me with his eyes. It wasn't the first time, btu that didn't make it any less unnerving.
" We thought we'd invite you out here. Maybe you'd put on a show for us." He slurred slightly as his gang looked at him with some adoration.
"You're the one that's drunk Chuck, if anyone's gonna crash, it's gonna be you." I spoke in a quieter, but a certain voice. The idiots oohed, but ultimately ignored me, as Willard gave me a bro-punch in the arm. Is that even a thing?
"Chuck, didn't you hear? He's into gymnastics." And it's certainty paid off hehe.
"Why the hell am I like this today?
"Gymnastics. I thought only fags were into gymnastics." Who the hell still uses the word fag?
"I thought only assholes still used the word 'Fag'." Topped Ren as I couldn't help but smile.
God Rusty is going to rip my arm off, isn't she.
Yeah probably.
"Touché." Chuck chuckled "Why don't you try dancing with this?" I moved even closer to my friends as Chuck pulled out his machine-y thing, trying to be macho,I don't know what it's called, don't look at me. Personally if he's trying with all of this machismo, he's definitely compensating for something.
Oh my god.
I need to ask Arielle. Of course if she knows, then I have to kill Chuck, but still.
"HA.
"Gabby, sweetheart, give him the speech." Sweetheart. Sweetheart? I WILL STAB YOUR FACE CRANSTON.
Nope.
Nope.
Witnesses.
I gathered my thoughts and prepared the rant that I gave to everyone dumb enough to try this stupidly amazing sport. It's a great balance, it's like football, but less boring "Now . . .span style="mso-spacerun:yes" /spanWe race these buses every weekend at the Derby Mash-up. We race them in a figure eight, you can see the tracks." I pointed out onto the course, but carved into the dirt anyway.
"Two things you have to worry about. Your corners, and your intersection. You fall behind, you're gonna get hit by the leader, but if you try to pull ahead, you might get slammed by the guy in last place." Ren looked at me intently, actually listening when I spoke, and taking in the words.
"And what did I say about shoes with laces?" He looked taken off guard, but shrugged it off, "I'm sure it'll be fine."
"I'm sure you'll be fine. This'll just prove I'm always right." Hell I'm feeling flirty today, my shorts have hearts on them, I might as well go with it. "You're always right huh? Well we will just have to see."
I could've melted right there, it was weird feeling like this. I know nothing's probably going to come of this crush or whatever this is. But the idea of him makes me happy and that's more than I've had in, like, a really long time!
"What do you say, city boy? Ready to race?" I was jerked from my thoughts abruptly again as I heard Chuck's hick voice echo from inside the bus, and watched as the three musketeers made their way to the bus covered in stuffed animals. I had a feeling that they were attempting to give him a bro-to-bro pep talk, and when Willard's involved, those get weird fast.
Rusty was blatantly staring at me, but I didn't really care as Ren sat down on the bus steps, looking like he just realized what he'd gotten himself into.
"Ren!" What has gotten into me? "Good luck!" I yelled from the stands, hoping my voice carried. I guess it must've because he looked at me before or something because my stomach is still in knots. That's how it's supposed to be though right? Ugh.
"How do, all you Pissants? Welcome to the Cranston Motor Speedway!" Edie's voice slurred over the intercom as I gave a final look to Chuck only to see Arielle fawning over him as per usual. When will she learn that it's better for everyone that he just gets loaded on mouthwash and falls off the face of the earth. Hopefully into a ravine full of sharp things very far away.
""Looks like a lovely day for a bus racing competition, we've got one lap before the green flag drops, folks. It's a three-lap race to the finish line, or the last man standing. Lady and Gentlemen, start your engines! Let's go!" Edie prides himself on being worldly, which I never understood because if your worldly and you've travelled, that's fantastic, but if your back here after getting a piece of that wide world, It probably means you couldn't cut it out there.
"But still though he's less dangerous as he is annoying.
" . . . On the outside, we've got the new kid, racing in the FunZone, Ren MacCormack."
"Go FUN ZONE!"span style="mso-spacerun:yes" /spanI felt my hair kind of flip as I cheered for Ren. Out of the corner of my eye, Arielle stripped off her green blouse and wave the flag. Can't say I'm surprised, but that was before it hit me.
"I've got a crush on the new kid.
"I recruited him for a very dangerous local sport that leaves 9/10 participants with whiplash.
There's probably death in those stats too.
Oh my god oh my god oh my god.
Rusty looked away for a moment as that crazy bitch Caroline slammed Ren's bus. "You realize yet?"
""That you recruited your lover for bus racing." Rusty twirled her hair with her finger as she dragged out the -r sound in Lover. Which we are not. It's just a stupid fantasy. Shit. Shit. Shit. I guess that's the thing about Rusty. She get's my mind .
"Nope, he's not my lover." I mimicked her pronunciation as a somewhat relieved smile reached my face as Caroline's bus was now out for the count.
"Rusty, you're pushing it." She was, she really was.
" That's what I'm here for, Gabby." I sent a smile her way as she put her arm around my neck for an awkward side hug. Can't miss bus racing. I won't forgive myself if Ren's bus explodes and I miss it so I can't blame myself for it until I die.
Nope. Too morbid for a Saturday.
"Russell and MacCormack are duking it out for second place." For the love of God don't die Ren please don't die!
'Thank you God.' I thanked quietly as Russell the imbecile was also bumped out of the running as the back of the FunZone burst into flames, all those poor little stuffed animals quietly dying.
"We got fireworks! God bless America!" /p
This will make the bus racing history books.
This will make us get a bus racing history book.
"Chuck Cranston holds the lead with one lap to go!" Edie narrated from the PA system, "Oh, we've got use a regular Mexican standoff, folks." It took me a moment to realize what he meant, I guess I must be slow today because by the time I realized exactly what was going on, Chuck's white trash ass was out of that bus faster than me out of Church every Sunday.
"MacCormack takes the lead! Yeah!" Edie, I know you can't hear me, but shut the hell up.
"Fire! He's on fire!" I vaguely heard Etta scream as I knew exactly why he hadn't jumped out already. I have to say that I've only had a blackout experience twice in my life. Once at a party with my old friends were I allegedly did the splits multiple times and sang along to Kelly Clarkson. . . in public, the other the week that my friends died. If I had a therapist he'd probably say that there was just so much pain that I built a metaphorical dam up in my head so I didn't have to remember just how much I hurt the week they were first gone.
I have a feeling this is the third.
XX Ren XX
"Damn it!" I thought quickly as I slammed my foot down a few times. "I got no brakes!" It also didn't take a genius to realize that I really shouldn't of worn laces to this, as they now resembled a spiderweb linking my feet to the bus.
"Run! Hurry!" Etta's voice carried through the windows as I was joined on this burnin' hell by Willard, Woody, and Gabby, who must be very fast because I could've sworn she was up in the stands.
""Hey man, did you know your bus is on fire?" Willard patted my headrest as Woody battled the fire in the back of the bus. "Yeah, no shit!" I yelled back at him.
"Stop this bus!" yelled Woody from the back as I attempted to do so once more, disturbing Gabby most likely. "The gas pedal is stuck!" I yelled back as I determined right then that I do not want to die on this bus. Or any bus.
"Do something!" yelled Willard "I'm working!" Screamed Gabby back as I got the sense that yelling was their natural dynamic.
"Abandon bus!" Gabby pulled my arm as my feet were finally free of that death trap. "Abandon bus!"
"All four of us landed cleanly with a dull thud on the super fancy cranston racetrack. No wonder he's such an asshole.
"Willard was the second to get up singing a variation of "The wheels on the bus go boom, boom, boom!"
"Yes, sir! Get some! Fire it up!" I hope he doesn't do a backflip, that would ruin the moment. Etta was already with Woody, so I made up my mind and put my hand on Gabrielle's arm, she responded thank god, but she gave me a look like she was just waking up for some reason.
"I'll have to ask about that.
"I wonder if she'll like me steering wheel stuffed animal? /p
XX Gabrielle XX
The next thing that I know i'm laying on the ground next to Ren as Willard scream sang the song ' Wheel's on the Bus', leaving myself and Ren laying on the ground taking a minute to get up. I sat up and off the as he did the same as I admired how ash-covered we all were from the explosion.
God, I love bus racing.
"You're always right." Ren broke the semi-silence as Willard was still riding the adrenaline, "What?" What is he talking about?
"You were right about the laces and I will listen to you from now on." Wow. He's serious.
What does 'from now on mean?"
"Thank you." I watched his face change from serious to faintly mischievous as he continued, "I take it you enjoyed that." br /I held up my thumb and forefinger before saying "Lil bit." And scoffing at myself. You are sitting in the dirt with your crush after helping him escape a burning bus and laughing hysterically as the bus blew up. You need help.
"You're a little crazy then?" You just read my mind. Ren looked at me as Willard celebrated for being Willard and doing something Willard-y, I couldn't help but laugh. This wasn't just like a 'my-dad-made-a-bible-joke-and-I-have-to-laugh-or-I'll-go-to-hell' type of laugh, this was a full on belly laugh. It was probably induced partially by adrenaline and partially by the fact that Ren totally admitted that I'm always right.
"How could you have enjoyed watching four buses race each other?" He questioned as we both stood up, I dusted myself off.
"I watched four buses explode. That's just plain awesome. It's a real sport around here too." I informed him, trying not to stare at his hair which was all stick-up-ey. It somehow added to the charm, which shows how weird I really am I guess.
"That's a sport?" I nodded. "It's Redneck America, if it's not dangerous, what's the point?" It was his turn to laugh now, poor boy looks downright stunned, before he presented my with something that resembled a very sooty lamb stuffed animal, "For you."
"I smiled even wider if that was somehow possible, it could've been the fact that I was having an actual conversation, like, with words, "Why thank you. I shall name him Jeffery," It was a communal laugh between us that seemed heightened against the light of the burning bus, with my new stuffed toy, I realized that once again, i'd forgotten all of my problems because of one person.
And it was an amazing feeling.
That was the chapter! Thank you all for being so patient. Read, Follow, Reveiw! Send my a PM if you have any suggestions. XOXO- hard to scare!
