Second chapter to Christmas Colors. There is boys' love in this, so if you're not into that, or you're against gay marriage, yaoi, and etc. I DO NOT CARE. I like it so HA! Others, enjoy and make sure to leave a review! :)
The characters and stuff belong to SEGA, I do not own anything nor am I gaining profit from writing this. Although I wished I owned Yoyo… His smile is so damn cute :(
Chapter Two: Moss Head and Fly Face
One week passed from when Yoyo joined the GG's, and a very agreeable opinion of Yoyo formed as a loud, foul-mouthed fifteen year old, mischievous punk who loved to lie and cause mayhem. He would make lame jokes now and then, and the GG members would groan this way and that, all except for Rhyth and Boogie who would throw in a schoolgirl giggle. He was the best male grinder of the GG's and an excellent tagger so he quickly grew infamous with the cops as well. He would usually be alone to hang out with his dog Potts or skate around town, but this one morning…
Yoyo had gotten up first. Beat was snoring away especially on how late he arrived yesterday. "Huh, a second bed here would be nice." He murmured hazily. He rubbed his eyes, and stretched a couple of times before hopping off the mattress. Beat settled in place on the bed, and snored away just like before.
Yoyo clutched his ear. Didn't he kiss me once on my ear and neck?
Yoyo grew flustered and shook the thoughts off; he should plan a little revenge. He sniggered, and brought along a can of whip cream and a feather. "The oldest prank in the book next to the whoopee cushion…" he sneered his famous trademark sneer. He emptied the entire can's contents unto Beat's palm as the shape of a mustache and beard carefully, and tickled his nose with the feather. Beat scratched his nose with the other hand. Yoyo groaned. He tickled him again, and over and over Beat scratched his nose with the free hand. He tried to pull Beat's arm toward his face. That failed. Yoyo soon grew bored and left the room. Beat sat up on the bed, licking his "breakfast" off his palm.
"Oldest comeback to the oldest prank," Beat chuckled.
Yoyo did his morning agenda to only walk outside the hall to see nobody else. "Damn, am I early?" he grumbled. He stumbled around the room with flip flops on; he noticed that he had grown far too accustomed to wearing roller blades that he felt short with them off. He spied a calendar and clumsily walked over to it. He fingered around the beach babes calendar for the day.
"Today's Sunday, everyone usually sleeps in," Beat said, stretching his arms out. Yoyo jumped to his voice, but then gave a meek nod.
"What do you guys do then? Y'know, after catching up on sleep? Cuz' I'm growing bored, man…" he put bluntly.
"Heh, want to skate with me for awhile then?" Beat offered. He was generally interested in getting to know the noob more, and hopefully slip him a five dollar bill to keep quiet about that one day when he mistook him for Gum.
"Ha! With a homo like you, no thanks." He cackled.
Beat popped a vein. What an ass, he thought.
"BUT I am bored to death... So I'll go." he added subtly, not making any eye contact. He was actually pretty excited to go.
Beat grimaced; this guy was definitely a pain. "Alright then, get ready, we'll head off to 99 Street for some fun," Beat grumbled apathetically. Yoyo grinned happily and ran off to get his skates on. Beat scratched his head and spied a milk , before a foot slammed the fridge door shut before he could reach in for it.
"C'mon, let's go already!" Yoyo said. No, he was going to be a giant pain, a GIANT sore on his ass, Beat thought. Before he knew it, he was putting on his skates with the milk carton bit tightly between his teeth. Beat immediately put on his trademark goggles and headphones as well. "Hey man, how do you see with those things?" he teased. Great, pointless questions were starting already.
"How do you see with yours?" he said easily, pointing toward Yoyo's 3D glasses. Yoyo pouted, and skated on ahead before turning around one-eighty, skating backwards perfectly. He looked straight into Beat's eyes.
"Hmf, you're not a morning person, are you?" he said, his bottom lip sticking out.
"No, I ain't." he put it short. Soon, they found themselves with nothing more to say to eachother and an awkward silence formed as they skated down the road toward 99 Street. "So… What made you want to join us anyway?" Beat said, he wanted to know a little more about the punk.
"I got bored, so I thought how cool it would be to cause some mayhem while doing what I love to do." He whispered shyly. The awkward silence was really affecting the usual loudmouth.
"What, tagging?" Beat asked with his eyes slightly wider.
"Naw, I like to grind on stuff." Yoyo said, and then almost immediately blushed. Beat had a question mark over his head, but then got the dirty joke, and started to laugh uncontrollably. The conversation continued on, both enjoying each other's company, throwing dirty jokes in, and laughing until bellies burst. They both flopped unto the floor, laughing. "Yo' Beat?"
"Yeah, kid?"
"You're now less of a drag." He said contentedly, his face looking up at the clouds. Beat smiled unconsciously, he now knew Yoyo gave compliments with insults and insults with hidden compliments to him, and probably only him. They got back up to realize four hours had gone by with all their "brotherly bonding". Beat skated on with Yoyo right behind him.
"This is 99 Street, it's much more fun at night here," Beat said. Yoyo looked around and jumped unto the scaffolding. Civilians jumped off in peril. Retards. Beat hopped on shortly after.
"Man, this place is cool… We should give it a new paintjob, man!" he proposed with enthusiasm. Beat nodded proudly.
"Now you're talking, kid." He said while grinding down the dragon, Yoyo jumped down too, before accidentally latching on to Beat's back. They grinded down at a snail's pace and Beat's skates hit the floor with a plop in the water below. Yoyo slipped bit by bit off Beat's back before tumbling down together into the water. They laughed again, what was so damn funny anyway! Beat's headphones were trashed, but feeling naked without them, he slid them on, water still clinging to its lens. Yoyo shook so hard as he laughed that his glasses slid down his face to his chin. They kept laughing, until they noticed their clothes were soaking up the dirty water like a sponge. Beat's knees and the bottom rim of his pants were wet, but for Yoyo, who plummeted into the water was soaked from his hair down to his socks. Beat flashed his teeth at him in a big, wide grin; Yoyo looked just like him when he got soaked from skating into the lake that other day. The younger of the two got up with shorts sagging to his skates. "Maybe we could repaint this place at night, want to just grab some food?" Beat said, helping Yoyo up with one hand; pointing over to the food court with his other. Moss-head nodded and they skated over to the courts. "You got to pay me back later, okay?" Beat said, getting his wallet out. Yoyo groaned, whereas a bulb immediately lit up over his head.
"Hey, how about loser pays for both meals?" he laid a wager. Beat glared at the mischievous punk.
"You really don't want to pay me back, do you?" he groaned.
"Why? Think you can't beat me, then?" he mocked. It was child's play, but Beat got pulled into it; he could not refuse a race. He put his wallet away and gave him a thumbs up in response. Yoyo sneered. They readied themselves; it was a simple lap, ONE lap around the dragon. In three… Two… One! They dashed off, Beat getting the upper hand, until Yoyo started to do crazy hand motions and gaining an inch over him. They both sweated furiously as they finished it in a tie.
"I won!" they yelled simultaneously before looking at eachother dumbfound. At least they had gotten along for a while. On the whole skate back to the garage, they argued on who was going to pay for the future meal.
Since they weren't going to have one now anyway, why'd it matter who had to pay? But they didn't think about that.
This argument had to do with integrity, pride, and… Yeah.
Beat started to call Yoyo 'Moss Head' and Yoyo rebutted by calling him 'Fly Face'. The bad name calling continued until they started socking each other. Beat would have ultimately won, if Yoyo didn't cheat and start using kicks too.
Cube stared at them from ahead. "They're all turds…" she sighed. When they went home, there was one pair of broken goggles and one pair of broken 3D glasses, and some bruises on each other's arms as well. They didn't talk to eachother for the rest of the day.
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