Breakaway

Chapter 5

Grayson and I are going full tilt down the straightaway on his four wheeler. I'm not kidding, we're going so fast it's actually ridiculous. Finally, I can't handle him and his reckless driving anymore, so I opt to wait out until they're done. 

"Gray, I'm just going to go watch you guys. This is insane!" I tell him.

"Do you wanna go with Ethan? I can make him drive slower," says Grayson. 

"No, I just want to watch," I say, and I walk back towards the truck, finding a safe place to observe the boys.

Soon enough, they've both taken off like crazy, insane idiots again. I sigh to myself, perfectly content with the way life seems to be working out for me today. It's amazing to think that less than five hours ago, I was on a plane without knowing I'd soon be spending a lot of time with the best You Tubers in the world. And I sit, thinking on this, waiting for the boys to come back into view. But they don't, either of them. 

Just after I think about the fact that they've been gone for nearly a half hour, I hear a four wheeler engine come ripping around the corner. On it sits a frantic-looking Ethan, and no Grayson anywhere to be found. I stand up immediately, worried about him. 

"Ethan, where's Gray?" I ask cautiously.

"Kimmie, I think he's really hurt. What do we do?" yells Ethan. It's obvious he's very upset.

I start to panic. Grayson's hurt? Well of course he is, he was going, like, a hundred on that four wheeler! But this is not the time to bring that to Ethan's attention.

"Ethan, where is he?" I hop on the back of Ethan's four wheeler and we shoot off to Grayson.

When we finally arrive at Gray's side, Ethan and I kneel down by him. He's about twenty feet away from the still-running four wheeler, and it's obvious he was thrown. He looks to be in pretty bad shape, and it looks like Ethan's going to lose his composure at any second.

"It's okay. You're okay," I say, trying to keep Grayson conscious. 

And then both Ethan and Grayson get to their feet, laughing hysterically. 

"What the hell, Gray?" I say, disbelief etched all over my face. 

"That was sort of an initiation prank," says Grayson.

I begin bawling my eyes out and turn away from the boys. Suddenly, someone taps my shoulder tentatively.

"KP? Is-is everything okay?" asks Grayson.

"Yeah. It's just-I was worried about you, okay?" I tell him, sniffing and dragging my hand across my tear-stained face.

"Well, that's a first," he says softly.

I give them both a watery smile as they pull me into a hug. The three of us then four wheel back to the truck, me riding with Gray again. And then we all head back home. I guess today would count as a pretty good day, even though the two of them scared the shit out of me. I can't wait to figure out how I'm going to get them back.