Storm//r.s.l short story

Hour 1

"So the race starts here" Ross threw a jumper down and pointed to it "and finishes" down goes another jumper "here"

"Alright and what happens to the winner?"

"They get the loser to buy them something of their choice" he smirks.

"I have about about 12 dollars left so I haven't really got a lot to lose" I started stretching, using Ross as a support so I didn't fall "so this should be fun"

We used an empty stretch of the airport to hold our race so we wouldn't knock into anyone.

"You know this race will last for ten seconds not an hour right?" I asked

"Yeah but I figured we could do the race in a load of different ways like backwards or hopping or-"

"Jesus Christ why am I friends with you?" I laughed at his stupid suggestions

"Come on, don't act like you're not slightly glad your flight got delayed" he winked at me.

"Maybe a little, I did get a free coffee out of it"

"Ha you're funny" he rolled his eyes at me "ok so best out of three or just one race?"

"Well we have to make this last an hour so I think best out of three should do"

"Good idea" he rubbed his hands together "you ready?"

"Always!" We got into our starting positions

"On your marks"

"Get set"

"GO!"

We raced the same stretch of airport about 17 times in total. All differently of course - including skipping, backwards and even blind folded (which didn't end too well)

Somehow we managed to stretch it out to fill the first hour.