Chess wakes up to the sound of motorcycles tearing up dirt and probably going over the speed limit by a few 100 miles. He sits up and rubs his eyes. " Wh-What the hell?... " He looks at the calendar and sees it's Sunday. " Thats right! The races are today... should I go? Ugh.. I guess it couldn't hurt anyone.." He rolls his motorcycle outside and starts it up. He starts riding to the races.
Michael Is in the back prepping his bike like everyone else. He checks the tires, gas, breaks, and even polishes it up. " Your looking good today! Let's get out there and get us a win! " He smiles then hears the announcer call all the racers to the starting line. He licks his lips and puts his helmet on. " I wonder if Chess will come.. What do you think Destiny? " The moment he steps out of his garage, he is flooded by screaming fans in their seats and the shining light of the sun. He lines up at the starting line then gets on his bike. " You ready to win today destiny?"
Chess parks in the parking lot then runs to the cashier. " One person." The man nods and hands him a Bracelet showing he paid. Chess walks inside and finds a seat to where he can see Michael. " Where are you Michael... Oh! There he is! He looks so confident down there... well I will be rooting for him. " He has a true smile on his face.
Michael looks at the other racers as the announcer talks about everyone on the track. He glances over and sees a racer with a green Harley customised for extreme racing conditions. This thing could fly through air as if it where a bird. But so could Destiny. He sees the rider and it's one of his rivals from the past that he needed to settle the score with. The rider smirks at Michael and draws a line across his neck. Michael looks straight ahead at the track as the announcer says, " 3, 2, 1... GO!"
The bikes zoomed away with a loud roar. People where screaming and shouting as riders pasted other riders. " Come on Michael!! Kick some Ass!!!" After a few minutes, Michael is now in front of all the riders but is neck and neck with the green Harley. " Thats my boy!! Come on Michael!!" ' Wait did I just say ' my boy?..'
They laugh as they start drifting closer and closer to Michael. At this point Michaels leg is only centimetres away from the wall. He tries to drift closer to the Green Harley but they won't budge. They laugh then smash Michael into the wall. " What the hell are you doing!? Your hurting your own bike doing th--" Michael hadn't noticed that he's going 180 miles per hour. At this speed, if someone where to hit him, he'd be close to dead.
" M-Michael!? What the hell does this guy think he's doing?! Michael fall back!! " Chess is clenching his dog tags like his life depended on it.
Michael looks terrified as they come in again for one more hit. " See ya later fuck boy." They laugh then, as hard as they can, smash him into the wall. Michael Hits his head against the wall so hard that it knocks him out, even with the helmet. He looses control and is flung at least 10 feet away from his bike due to the speed. The right side of his body is bruised and beaten up. Everyone stops in their tracks so they don't run over the paramedics rushing to Michaels aid. The Green Harley only laughs as he passes the finish line. The fans are shocked and are booing at the Green Harley.
Chess can feel his heart drop. He squeezes the Tags so tight that he could break them. " M-MICHAEL!! Shit shit shit shit SHIT!!" He runs as fast as he can to the track then runs over to Michael. He drops on his knees and watches as the Paramedics take his helmet off. He has a bloody nose and the entire right side of his face is bruised. He clenches his fist as the officers arrest the rider of the Green Harley.
Chess holds Michaels hand tightly and starts crying. " D-Damn It Michael d-don't you d-dare Die!!" One of the medics places a firm hand on his shoulder. " Don't worry sir.. he only has a small concussion. We will take him to the hospital and he should be fine after a while. Are you his boyfriend? If so, Would you like to ride with us to the hospital?"
Chess nods. He doesn't seem to pay much attention to what she just said other than would you like a ride to the hospital. The medic nods then lets Chess get in then rides to the hospital. They make him wait in the waiting room as they get him set up in the hospital room. They get done and call Chess into Michaels room. Chess sits on a chair close by Michael and he holds his hand tightly. " P-Please wake u-up... your going to be okay Michael... I'll kill that guy for doing this to you..." he grids his teeth as he tries to hold back the tears but can't.
The nurse walks in. " Hello you two. Sir, I can assure you that your boyfriend is going to be fine!" Chess feels a shiver go down his spine.
" what?... n-no he's not by boyfriend... he's just a friend.." the nurse looks confused. " Sir, at the track you said he was... " Chess's face is turning red in distress. " N-No! I was just focused on Michael at the time! I didn't even hear you say that... " He holds Michaels hand tighter in hopes that she would just stop talking about it.
" Alright Sir. What ever you say... also, Michael is doing quite well! He should be awake and on his feet in no time at all! But I'm pretty sure he'd like to see his friend when he wakes up." She said ' friend ' as if it were sarcastic. Chess nods. " Thank you..." The nurse nods then walks out.
After a few hours, Michael wakes up with a small groan. He looks around then sees Chess.
" Ch-Chess?.. why are you h-here?.." He can feel chess holding his hand tightly. ' he was scared... was it because I got hurt?..' he holds chess's hand with a small smile then pets Chess's head. " Im okay Chess... that guy has hated me for a long time since I be--" He's interrupted by Chess hugging him tightly. Michael can feel the hitches in Chess's breathing showing he's crying. " C-Chess.." He hugs chess then rubs his back trying to calm him down.
" th-thank god your okay... I don't n-need another tag... two is enough." Michael can only nod. He looks at the clock to see a few hours went by since he was knocked out. " They said I needed to take you home tonight s-So your bike can get fixed, and so I can make sure you don't g-Get worse... Would you mind staying with me?"
Michael shakes his head. " Not at all! It's quite boring at my house so it will be a change of tune." He smiles. " Alright its settled then. Would you like to go home?... " Michael nods. " Sure.. I am getting kinda tired.."
He got someone to drive his motorcycle outside the hospital so it would be easier to get home. He carries Michael to the bike and sets him on the back. He gets on and starts it up. " Your bike should be done by next Sunday!" Michael wraps his arms around Chess's waist so he won't fall off. Michael nods as they drive off.
They get to the garage and parks the bike. He lifts up Michael and lays him on the bed. " you okay?..." Michael nods " yeah... I'm okay... thanks..." He passes out as Chess grabs a book for himself. He sits next to Michael on the bed and starts reading it. " What if he goes back to riding? I don't want him to get hurt again.. " he sighs and looks at the Ceiling. " what do you think I should do ceiling?..." he groans then lays down and falls asleep.
