chester had finally gotten back to place,
and, thankfully, his friend,
wyatt was on the bus with him.
they were pretty good buds,
and were often found doing some troubling together.
as of right now,
well,
they were talking about the race they'd be missing going on this trip,
the one against Brickk [yeah, his name matched his personality a little too well],
and blaze [wyatt]
yes, they were into 'street racing',
and they were pretty good.
"i can't believe brickk is still even in this shit,
he's like, what, 30?" wyatt hissed, though the bus wasn't even that full.
"yeah.. he's pretty good competition, i guess..?" chester tried to reason,
but they both knew it was too kind to even call him decent.
the man couldn't do a proper 360 at the finish line,
for sakes.
"neh man, he's shit!" wyatt and him laughed.
"ugh, man, we're gunna miss your own race.
brickk might think you were a pussy to show up, man,
you're fucked" wyatt sighed when chester stated what could be possibly true.
"shit, bro-
what about yours? when's yours with, uh, what's his name..?"
"ize (pronounced 'ice'),
and it's in, like, a few weeks"
"how long does this trip go?" wyatt wondered,
if chester misses his,
they might very well be de-classified as 'pussies'..
they never went to a race without one-another,
and chester never missed a race,
everyone knew that.
"i don't know man, why?" chester shook his head and looked at his friend,
confused.
"well, you never miss a race, everyone knows that,
so maybe if you miss this one,
they'll realize i ain't no pussy,
because we never show up at a race without the other,
and when we show up finally,
we can be like 'boom, that just happened',
and, be like,
the saviors of the game, ya know.. thoughts" wyatt explained,
and they both laughed at his horrible imitations.
"m'kay, i getcha" chester said after calming down,
and they both went back to their phones,
wyatt on some game app,
chester looking at ingrids blog he had discovered a bit ago.
god, she's perfect..-
soyeah haha, sorry if this chappie was a bit confusing,
i broke me glasses and can't seem to concentrate-
NUUU! DXX

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chester and ingrid
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