Speed Is Key (Jacksepticeye x Reader)

If You're Gonna Be A Homebody, We're Gonna Have A House Party

Jack crumpled to the floor cupping his face in his hands. Mark was seething. Bob and Wade looked totally surprised. Clearly, that was unplanned. I took one look at my best friend and took him out. I slammed my knee into his gut and when he bent over holding his stomach, I elbowed the back of his neck. Grabbing his arm, I flipped him over my shoulder. I may have been smaller than the Korean man, but I was far stronger. Once he was down, I grabbed my coat and stormed out of the door. I could not deal with them at that time. Mark could be as jealous as he wanted. But at the moment, I needed to get rid of the fury building within me, and I knew exactly how to do it.

I exited my apartment building and started towards my truck. I hopped in and turned the ignition. Turning on the stereo, I put on some Five Finger Death Punch and amplified it as loud as my subwoofers would go. Tears welled up behind my eyes. Do you have that person that you trust with absolutely anything, and you know that they won't get upset? Well, that's what I thought Mark was for me. Apparently I couldn't have been more wrong.

(A small warning here. If you are sensitive to alcohol, car crashes, or you hate rednecks and illegal street racing, you've been warned.)
I drove that day. I drove and drove until I reached a town far enough away. I knew precisely where I was. I swung my vehicle into a driveway and parked. Getting out, I stalked to the front door of the house and opened it. I walked into the dirty living room, grabbed a beer from the mini fridge, and plopped down on the couch beside the unconscious resident. As I cracked open the can, I shook the brunette man awake. His blue eyes shot open and he stared at me in bewilderment.

"(Y/N)? What are you.. How'd you get in here?" The man asked, rubbing his face.

"Door's unlocked," I replied before taking a sip of the ice-cold alcohol. "You should really clean up around here, Logan."

"What the hell? Didn't you move like four hours away?"

"Eeyup. But I got pissed at Mark and decided to come here. Hope you don't mind if I crash here tonight."

"It's no trouble," Logan replied. "Just never thought I'd see you again. I mean, after you went to college and stopped racing, you practically cut us all off."

I sighed. Back before I went to college, I was a street racer. I drove a souped up '69 Buick Skylark and held the #1 position. A huge group of friends, we all raced for friendly competition. And of course, a little bet money never hurt anyone. Our gang was made up of Logan Conway, Blake Freeshaw, Ryder Collins, Logan's twin sister Lynn, Anne Blackwelder, Duke Adams, and myself. We got a couple stragglers coming around, trying to knock us out of place. We'd get locals coming up and watching us race.

"Yeah, I know. I stopped racing because of Dad and how he died in the crash back then. I was terrified. But I came back because you guys remind me of the good times. I think it's time for another redneck bonfire, eh?" I proposed with a devilish grin. Logan's dimples flashed when he grinned back.

I finished my beer and tossed the can at him. He swatted it away mid-air and laughed. "I'll call everyone, you go out and buy some more beer. Fire's starting at sundown; you've got about an hour," Logan ordered. I exited his small house and sauntered over to my truck, feeling better already.