The Skid Marks (A NASCAR Fanfic)

Do we play instruments?

"Dude, I'll give you 20 bucks if you jump from my roof onto the pool" Harrison said "And I'll buy you a burger if you do a front flip. Just don't break anything. I won't drive you to the hospital."

"Deal" Noah replied while Todd, and I watched. We always did stupid shit like that, but what else would you expect from silly teenage boys?

It was a warm summer night. I looked at my watch. 8:12 p.m., the sun just now starting to set, revealing a colorful sky, that ranged from yellow all the way to dark blue, with shades of orange and purple in between. I got lost in a thought for a second but was quickly brought back to reality by the water splashing all over us. Noah had completed his dare, and earned a soaking wet 20 dollar bill from a soaking wet Harrison, laughing his ass off, as usual. 

"Let's get out of here" Todd said "I'm tired of watching y'all dare each other to do stupid stuff."

"Like you and Parker don't do that as well." Noah replied while drying himself with a towel without realizing that he would have to change to dry clothes like Harrison had just done. "But I agree, I'm hungry as hell, let's roll"

"You're not going anywhere until you change" yelled Harrison

"Jeez okay mom, I'll change" he responded while making one of his stupid faces only he thinks is funny.

As he went to change, we got into Harrison's brand new Tacoma. Rich kid. Harrison, Todd, Noah and I were pretty close in age, 16-19 respectively, and even though I wasn't a driver like them, we've been friends for a long time. I was still deciding what to do with my life while they were putting on a show in NASCAR, which I thought it was amazing. They were the wild ones, I was quieter, but still we always had a great time.

As Noah hopped in the back seat, we started to drive around looking for a place to eat. Which was the first DQ we saw since Noah wouldn't stop bitching about how hungry he was. We got in, ordered, got our food and sat on a booth towards the extreme left side of the restaurant, where we knew we could be our obnoxious selves without causing too much fuss, while also having a good look of the restaurant around us, and the parking lot outside. One of our favorite things to do was watch random people do random stuff and mock them.

A few uneventful minutes passed, and the radio started playing "What Makes You Beautiful", by One Direction. After doing our usual "Ew, that's so gay" remarks, we realized we knew the words to the chorus, and started singing the song, quietly. As the song progressed, our singing got louder and louder, and we found ourselves screaming at the top of our lungs until right about when the song ended and the manager came by to told us to be quiet. As we settled down, Todd jokingly muttered "We should create a boy band."

None of them denied it, although I stated I'd be their manager and help them dress properly and write songs. Since it all started as a joke, we drove to Noah's house and decided to swing by KBM the next morning to tell Kyle Busch our ridiculous plan.

The next day, all four of us drove to the shop, where we met with Kyle. Kyle was their boss and he was usually not the nicest guy, although he really seemed to like his drivers. I decided to stay back and just laugh at this whole situation. We went inside his office.

"Boss, we'd like to ask you something" said Noah

"Shoot" replied Kyle

"What do you think about the three of us forming a boy band?" Todd asked

"What? Are you fucking serious?" Kyle looked startled

"Well boss, it's mostly as a joke, but we'd  like to see if it can work it out" said Harrison

"As long as you maintain NASCAR as your main priority and this whole thing as free time stuff I don't care" fired Kyle

"Sounds good" the three of them said at the same time, realizing they had harmonized for the first time.

"Have you named the band yet?" asked Kyle

"Not yet, we just came up with the idea last night" replied Noah

"You should name it The Skid Marks, which can stand for your tire tracks when you do a burnout to celebrate a win, or when Noah's tire tracks when he spins out and crashes, or what you leave in your underwear when you're nervous." said Kyle, as we all shared a laugh

"I guess it's settled then?" aksed Todd

"Yeah" the rest of us replied

So with the name of our boy band decided, we decided to go back to Harrison's house, where we decided to create an attack plan to our boy band carreer. But there was one small detail that none of us thought of. Do we have to play instruments?