𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖘 ⚜ 𝑅.𝑀

𝓼𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ᴘᴏᴠ

Ren fixes the side of a metal like basket containing cotton as a voice calls out to him. "Hey McCormack" A blonde haired man calls. Ren turns around as the man gestures to the ground. Ren picks himself up before walking towards the other side of the cotton holder. (If anyone at all knows what its called please let me know.)

"Hey. What's up?" Ren questions as Ariel walks towards him, sunglasses perched on her nose. Ariel inhales before removing her sunglasses. "Chuck Cranston wants to see you at his daddy's racetrack tomorrow. Be there at two o-clock." Ariel explains.

Ren shifts his gaze to the distance before returning to meet Ariel's. "Okay. What happens at two o-clock?" Ren questions. "Show up and find out." Ariel says before strutting away.

"And what if I don't?" Ren asks causing Ariel to stop, looking back at him. "Your gonna miss all the fun." Ariel replies. "How come he sent you to tell me. Huh?" Ren questions. Ariel smiles placing her sunglasses back on her eyes. "I volunteered." She answers before walking away.

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Ren, Woody, Woody's Girlfriend, Cecelia, Willard, and Rusty all enter the race track. "If that shit hog tries anything I'm gonna pound him." Willard states. "No fighting Willard." Rusty warns. "No promises Rusty." Willard retorts as they walk towards Chuck and his posse.

"You guys keep the smoke away from her now. Her daddy smells that, he'll never let her come hang out again." Chuck says swatting smoke away from Ariel. "High school field trips here." Chuck looks up noticing Ren and the others.

"Hey. Twinkle toes. Watching you the other night that was real entertaining. We thought we would invite you out here. Maybe you can put on a little show for us." Chuck says waving his hands in a mimicking motion.

Ren glances back at the group behind him as one of Chuck's friends continue. "Chuck, didn't you hear? He's real into gymnastics." He says earning a few chuckles from his group and a shove from Ariel. "Gymnastics." Chuck repeats before hopping down from his truck.

"Well...I thought only fags were into gymnastics." Cecelia rolls her eyes as Ren responds. "I thought only assholes still use the word 'fag'". Ren retorts as Chuck chuckles. "Touché" Chuck replies walking towards the tractor parked by his truck.

"Why don't you... try dancing with this." Chuck suggests jumping onto the tractor starting the engine and driving forward. Ren moved Cecelia back behind him with his arm as Woody shuffled back.

Chuck drives the tractor forward before making a sharp turn towards four busses. Everyone walks over to where the tractor stopped as Chuck began to explain. "Now.. we race these buses every weekend at the derby mash up." Chuck explains pointing towards the buses before jumping of the tractor.

"We race them in a figure eight, just like this." Chuck explains drawing a figure eight into the dirt before glancing back up at Ren. "Two things you got to worry about. Your corners, and your intersection." Chuck elaborates pointing towards his friend stood at the intersection mimicking a crash with his hands.

Ariel chuckles as Chuck continues. "You fall behind, you're gonna get hit by the leader. You pull ahead, you just might get slammed by the guy in last place. So, what do you say, city boy? Ready to race?" Chuck questions Ren.

Cecelia, Willard, Woody, and Ren make their way to the bus labelled fun zone. "I drove one of these at a pep rally one time...it ain't easy. Alright? If she flips over, crawl out the side window" Woody explains as Willard interrupts. "If this thing catches on fire, jump out of it." Woody continues to speak as they overlap each other with information.