"I Wonder If You Know How They Live In Tokyo" A Sean Boswell Love Story

Arizona Racing

It was the end of the first day back at school, and I was going home... well... going to go home... until Sean got into a fight.... again!

"You think you're all macho, talking to my girlfriend?!" demanded the jock, Clay, who was getting up in Sean's face.

I sighed, and quietly shut my car door which I had opened in anticipation of going home... maybe I wouldn't be doing that as soon as I'd hoped I would.

I wandered over to where Sean was chuckling to himself, and really starting to annoy Clay... bad move, Sean.

"I'll race you for her. Whoever wins gets the girl," Sean suggested.

I hate it when he does that... it makes me feel kinda crap to be honest.

"Done," Clay agreed.

"Excuse me! I am not some trophy to be won here!" Clay's girlfriend, Cindy, exclaimed.

I looked her over. Shorts so short you could see the inside of the pockets, blouse buttoned only at the bottom to reveal her bikini top underneath, bleach blonde hair always being either patted or teased or volumized, make-up put on with a trowel... yeah... she was a trophy to be fair...

The guys ignored her, Clay swinging himself into the seat next to hers, and Sean dragging me over to his car, and throwing me in before getting in himself.

"What are you doing?!" I demanded, as he locked the doors so I couldn't get out.

"Well I need your support, don't I? Only I've got the feeling that at the minute, you're not that willing to give it, so I was forced to take drastic action," he winked, and I rolled my eyes.... smoooooth Sean.

I was still annoyed as we pulled up to the school gates that had presently been dubbed 'the start line'.

Sean looked over at me from his place behind the wheel, as we waited for people to clear a path, to find me glaring at the dashboard, arms crossed in front of my chest.

He reached over and put a hand on my knee. 

"Alena, please smile and enjoy this," Sean pleaded, "Come on, you usually do."

I didn't move, didn't twitch.

"If you glare at the dashboard for the entire thing, you won't see me whoop Clay's ass," he sang in his Southern accent.

A smile slowly crept onto my face and I raised my head to look at him.

He grinned back, and nodded towards the windscreen.

Through it, I could see people lined up on either side of a supposed track. I surveyed the scene; this would be difficult. 

Sure there weren't any other cars apart from Clay's and the one of those filming the race, but there were lots of renovation workers working on a new housing estate. This meant scaffolding, people, trucks, skips, and loads of equipment that we had to avoid. Damn it.

The starting guy came and stood between our two cars, ignoring the glaring contest Clay and Sean were having.

"On your mark!" he cried, earning a cheer to erupt from the eager crowd surrounding us.

"Get set!" he yelled, and I heard Clay revving his engine to enhance his ego, making me roll my eyes.

"GO!" he screamed, and there was a screeching of tyres as we both zoomed off.

I didn't really do much to start with, just sat there and enjoyed the ride, like Sean had told me to.

We were going fast, that's for sure, but I was eager for Sean to change what was currently a neck-and-neck race, to our advantage.

I was about to turn to voice my thoughts, when Sean and I jerked to the left, having been rammed by Clay quite forcefully.

I saw him speed past, laughing madly, and Cindy was smirking at me. Why at me? Why should she care about me?

Sean was still going though, but was so busy glaring after Clay, he didn't realise that we'd changed angle slightly and were heading towards the-

"SEAN! SCAFFOLDING!" I yelled.

Sean's head snapped back to look out of the windscreen, and he yanked the wheel to the left, putting us back on course, but not on the track, but not swerving quick enough for us to avoid knocking down the first set of scaffolding.

I looked back quickly, and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that no people had been on it.

"That was close," Sean breathed.

I shot him a look of disbelief before yelling; "YA THINK, SEAN?!"

He just laughed, as we continued down the rickety path, having to dodge skips and diggers, while feeling guilty as workmen threw themselves out of the way.

"We're in so much shit," I muttered, and Sean sighed.

"Len, look," he commanded, pointing out of my window.

"Do you really think you should be taking your eyes off the-" I started, but trailed off when I saw that through the incomplete housing on my side, we could see that we were once again neck-and-neck with Clay and Cindy. They didn't even know we were here.

I turned back to Sean, grinning, and finally enjoying the race.

"Sean. Step on it!" I demanded cheerily, beaming as I felt myself go back in my seat as we picked up speed.

"There's a ramp- use it!" I advised, as I saw through the windscreen a ramp coming up that would let us jump back on the track.

Sean accelerated again, and soon I felt us lift off the ground as we rocketed over the ramp and onto the track, making Clay swerve so that we wouldn't land on top of them.

We were in front!

I couldn't help my grin as I turned in my seat to look behind us.

Being exceptionally good at lip-reading, I could see that from their bumper-to-bumper place behind us, Cindy had said to Clay; "Don't you love me?"

My smile dropped as I saw Clay's face cloud over with rage, and he looked determined at our car.

"Sean, go! Quick!" I yelled worriedly.

"Why Len? We're in fro-"

Clay rammed us from behind, and Sean couldn't keep control of the wheel.

We ended up doing a 360 degree turn in the car, ramming Clay and Cindy in the process, who also went spiralling out of control.

We only stopped when the pair of us crashed into one of the skips, sending the contents of it flying everywhere, and sending us towards the dashboards as the air-bags quickly inflated.

Then everything went black...