Bomb's pov;
He.. he cares so much about me, he got this job for me. It makes no sense. "Why would you want that?" I asked, staying completely silent as he opened his mouth to answer.
His mouth shut again, maybe he doesn't have an answer. I hope so. Who would want to work with me. That's... dumb.
Doesn't he know who I am? I'm the remarkable BerryBomb, or Berryblast, ugh whatever people call me. He wasn't in it for the money. Or anything. I think I should be nicer to him, maybe he isn't a low life. Maybe he's equal to me... nah, just a bit lower, second place- I'm still better than him.
He still didn't answer my question, he was silent in rage. He was crying, he helped me when I cried so... what if I..
I ran up and hugged him, exploding with apologies I should've said hours ago, it all came out a mumble as I buried my face into his oily shirt, like some peasant child. I hated that, but he's never judged me for that. Has he?
I let go of him and straightened my jacket, looking down at my legs. I don't know what else to do because he just stayed quiet.
"Odessa" I blurted out, what am I doing? He looked at me in confusion, "Odessa" I repeated, "that's my real name" I smiled, why did I do that. I turned on my heel and headed for the ladder, leaving him there with the scent of berry flavoured smoke and his thoughts.
I need to scold myself for telling him. He'll tell everyone. Oh shit. He can tell everyone about my poorly stitched injury on my stomach!
..... but it isn't poorly stitched anymore, he helped. God I'm such a dumb person.
Amir's POV;
Odessa.. it's pretty. Not only that, he actually- apologized? And, hugged me? Willingly?
I sat down, smiling to myself as the tears slowly stopped, maybe he does care. My heart fluttered, the heat rising to my face as the feelings from years ago came rushing back, not being able to be contained anymore. Well isn't this nice..
Y'know what I just remembered? Tomorrow's Valentine's Day, I wonder what I'll wear. There's no race tomorrow that I know of, which means I won't have to get dirty with oil and such. So, I'll dress nicely.
Maybe I'll bring a gift for short shit.
I wonder what I should get him.
Will he even want anything from me?
Maybe..
May..
mm..
I slowly dozed off while thinking of the events of tomorrow, I wanted to get him something but I didn't know what, I'll figure it out.
Bomb's pov:
I went back to my trailer and decided to take a nap, boring I know- when I woke up I checked my phone, February 13th. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day.. I should do something! I have just the clothes for it too!
So I spent all night sorting out my clothes, painting my nails, and I brought out my special cigarette packet.
I went to bed a while after midnight, I was too excited, and I have the perfect gift for Amir!
Why do I care so much? No clue! But it's a nice change of pace- I won't be alone drinking champagne in my trailer- I can have a drink with Amir.
I smiled at the thought, forgetting about our fight on the rooftop. I think Valentine's Day will be jussssst perfect.
