𝑨 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒆 (𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊 𝑩𝒐𝒎𝒃 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

Chapter #21: Knee-deep in the passenger seat

(TW: Bombs, Fire)

Third Person POV:

Cherri gave a playful nudge to y/n's leg, trying to catch their attention. "Hey!!"

Y/n glanced down from the car sunroof at Cherri smirking from the driver's seat. "What is it?" They chuckled.

She tosses them a handful of bombs and gives them a determined nod, "HOLD ON TIGHT!!"

Without waiting for a response, Cherri slammed the accelerator and started doing wheelies again in the middle of the street. Y/n quickly hooked their legs securely to the inside of the van so they wouldn't be thrown off the roof. They threw the bombs as the van spun around, causing explosions to go off around them in a fiery swirl.

The explosions from the bombs y/n threw synced perfectly with the drumbeat of the music blasting from the van radio. Both y/n and Cherri noticed this and began cackling even harder.

The trill of the joyride sent a rush of adrenaline through y/n's body that felt almost like a heart attack- in the best way possible. It wasn't something they were totally used to, and Cherri being the one to bring them the excitement made it so much better.

As the last explosion lit up the street, Cherri whooped, her laughter ringing above the chaos. "Let's make some noise!!" She swerved sharply, narrowly avoiding a person on the sidewalk, and Y/n felt the thrill spike even higher.

"Are we trying to get arrested, or are we just aiming for legendary status?" Y/n shouted, their heart racing.

Cherri shot them a wild grin, "Why not both? The night is young!"

With a flick of her wrist, she tossed a couple more bombs out the window, watching as they detonated in a series of colorful bursts.

She slammed on the brakes, sending the van into a perfect drift. Y/n held on tighter, laughter spilling out as they threw the remaining bombs.

The van drifted to a stop, shaking as it came to a screeching halt. Y/n hopped down into the van from the sunroof, chuckling hoarsely, their voice raspy from all the laughing and screaming.

Cherri climbed into the backseat, waving y/n towards her. "Come on, help me find the rest of the bombs I stashed."

Y/n nodded, climbing back into the cramped space beside her and begining to help Cherri.

"So, when was the last time you cleaned back here?" Y/n chuckled awkwardly as they dug through towering piles of empty beer cans and crumpled fast-food wrappers. "I don't mean to be rude, but it's a little..."

Cherri let out a light laugh, turning to face Y/n. "It's a shithole, I know," she admitted, her tone playful. "But it's not my mess. In fact, it's not even my car."

"Oh?" Y/n raised an eyebrow, giving Cherri a playful smirk, "did ya steal it?"

"Yeppers peppers!" Cherri nodded, a proud smile spreading across her face. "I actually stole it from my ex!" The memory hit her, and she started laughing so hard that she snorted, which made her laugh even harder.

Her sentence was broken up by giggles and snorts. "Haha, I- I kicked him in the balls and drove off with his car! Hah!" She held her stomach, leaning on a car seat to steady herself as she laughed so hard that she was gasping for breath.

Y/n laughed with Cherri as she tried to catch her breath and calm her laughter. However, Cherri's efforts only made Y/n giggle more, because little snorts and giggles escaped her with each deep breath.

Y/n found it adorable how she snorted when she laughed too hard, though other people might find it disgusting, it made y/n's heart skip a beat.

Because y/n saw her as perfect.