My Dynamite (frerard/funpoison)

Chapter 13

I get off my bike, panting and sweating and not vibing. I take off my helmet and leave it on the handlebar, running a hand through my hair. My entire body hurts and I wish for death to take me already. I hate it here.

Kobra, the motherfucker, is in a much better condition than me. He runs a hand through his own hair and puts on his sunglasses. Seeing as it's not even sunny, it feels pointless but I stopped questioning him long ago.

"C'mon Ghoul, hurry up! I know you can do better than that," Shadow tosses me a water bottle, which I almost drop. I'm too tired to focus properly. And honestly, getting hit in the face with a water bottle sounds nice right now.

"Sorry, I know," I sigh after opening the bottle and pouring half of the water down my throat as well as all over my face, "I haven't been doing this as much recently. My previous gang broke up and yeah. Y'know."

"We gotta get you back to proper training, then."

"Yeah, okay. I'll try to do better next time."

Today we managed to find a motocross circuit to practice on. I've never been good at motocross- I suck at it, actually- but it's useful. It trains focus, that's for sure. But I've not been hardcore riding for like two months either, so all of my skills are a little rusty.

Everyone else is doing fine. Kobra is taking a break alongside me, but he's been actually doing well- we raced just now and he beat me. Jet is racing right now and he's really good at it. I've never seen him on a bike before but his skills are like. Actually good. I'm impressed. Not that I doubted him, but my brain had trouble believing that anyone is better than Party.

And Gerard... God. They clearly love every second of this. I'm tired, but they seem to have barely gotten started. They raced with me earlier and beat me, but they were chill about it- they said I did very well, that I have so much potential. Which well. Nice try I guess. I know I'm letting them down right now. But I appreciate the effort they put into the lying.

But it's all worth it for Party's smile. They look so happy, so free. Like this is what they were born to do. While they did complain about not being a fan of motocross, they keep going at it. And fuck, it's a sight that I will never forget.

Night is the only one not doing anything- pretty sure he's getting high somewhere. Curiously, I asked last night how come he and Shadow have killjoy names, since they aren't really part of the group. Officially at least. According to Jet, they already had those nicknames for each other, so they just introduced themselves like that. Their actual names? No one knows them. I don't know how to feel about that.

Anyway, I'd much rather be getting high right now too. But whatever. At least Poison looks hot. Very hot, actually.

My gayness has its perks. Surprising, isn't it?

Jet crosses the finish line, Party only a second behind. They take off their helmets and high five each other, Gerard congratulates him. Jet nods in response and the two of them walk over to us, joining our break.

Party falls right next to me, grinning in that cute way that will always make me feel better. Their hair is a mess, falling over their eyes and sticking up in every possible direction. I carefully push it away from their face, which I think makes them happy. They take a water bottle from Shadow and lay down so their head is on my lap.

I'm convinced that they're doing this shit only for torturing me at this point.

Before I can stop myself, I find myself playing with their hair, which they appear to like. From the corner of my eye, I can see Kobra smirking at me knowingly.

That son of a fuck.

"Ghoulie, did you see me there?" Poison looks up at me.

"Yeah! You did really well, you'll win next time for sure."