~-"Doll" - TNTDuo ~

+TWO+

7:30 pm.

Wilbur sat in his car at the broken and cracked paved line, cherry smoke filling his lungs and the air. He had been craving this time, craving the smell of smoking rubber on the Summer asphalt.

Tonight was his night. 25th win in a row.

That's what Wilbur hoped for, a little chance never hurt anyone right?

Wilbur kept his gaze ahead, no other distractions in sight.

And there came the flag boy.

Wait..flag boy?..

He couldn't help but stare, the gloss from the boy's shorts catching his eye, causing his gaze to trail to and from unmentionable places. It was sickening, how distracting he was.

The boy waved the flag up in the air, all the racers in line revving their engines.

Wilbur's fingers gripped the steering wheel, so hard where he could faintly see the tips turn a pale white.

Sickening. His sight was Sickening.

The flag went down and to the side, commencing the start of an epic joy ride of a lifetime (and if something went wrong the last time in your lifetime).

Wilbur took off, glancing in his side mirror behind him

There he was, watching him leave. It brought a smug smile to his face, but he felt dirty. It felt wrong, to feel such a way for a boy whose name he didn't even know.

Faster, faster, faster. That was all he knew. Throwing his life on the line. So delicate and sweet. The cherry-polluted air filled his nose and lungs once more as he picked up the speed.

85.... 99... 100... 120...

Pushing his limits as far as he could, until he crossed so fucking far over the line it was out of sight. That's all he knew.

It was like a fever dream. Before he knew it he was sitting at the finish line, cheers coming from the large collected crowd off to the side. He took a last inhale of the addictive air, stepping out of his car into the clean, crisp air of a Summers night.

He leaned against the drivers side door of his pride and joy, lighting a new smoke and inhaling the sweet cherry scent it emitted.

He scanned around, his gaze falling upon the flagger once again.

He tried to pay no mind, instead glaring over in the direction of the pissed ram man, who was currently kicking rocks that sat on the edges of the road out of pure anger.

His face was so red. So angry. and Wil's face could only hold his signature trademark of a smirk with a smart-ass glint in his eyes.

"FUCK YOU WILBUR! YOU'RE GONNA GET YOUR ASS KILLED DOING THAT SOME DAY!"

"Ah, but not today. Just face it Schlatt...I'm better!"

This pissed him off more as Wilbur stared, thinking he may erupt like a volcano.

Wilbur only chuckled. He stopped after a moment, feeling his gaze burn through him, so piercing and warm.

He snapped his head to the flagger, staring at the small boy. He was far from pale, and the dim street light that hovered above him really complimented his features. He wore some of the tightest black shorts that came up plenty enough that Wilbur had ever seen. The part of his chest that was exposed from his cut off checkered tee glistened and Wil couldn't tell if it was from the lighting or glitter. 

He was gorgeous. The little pieces of hair that stuck out of his black beanie, the provocative clothing he wore, and his gaze.

His sight was so intoxicating. Such an addictive drug that Wilbur never wanted to quit.