Guns N' Roses One Shots

fire engine

cam

summary:
when going to a go kart track with the boys, things get competitive.

word count:
800

fire engine-13th floor elevators

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"I'm totally going to kick your ass." "More like kiss my ass." I chuckled. Duff scoffed, rolling his eyes. "We'll see if you can even fit in the damn car, you Jolly Green Giant." I taunted again. He squinted his eyes and pointed to fingers to me after motioning to his eyes first. This fucker really thought he was going to beat me.

"Alright! Go!" The employee announced, waving a flag around on the track as we gassed the karts to speed off. Axl steadily kept his pace beside me, glancing at me with a cocky smirk over his sunglasses and occasionally bumping the side of his kart into mine. "You're goin' down, Rose!" I yelled, trying to press my brake harder. "Bite me." he laughed, speeding ahead of me. "Shit!"

I swerved in front of Slash and Steven, getting in front. "Hey!" Slash called. I chuckled to myself and kept my speed consistent, planting my eyes on my next target. Duff. He skidded on the track after hitting one the of barrier tires, letting Axl and Izzy pass him. "Nice one, Big Bird!" I winked, zooming past him as I hit my gas. "I'll get you, Cam!" he screamed after me.

"No! Fuck- Wait! Wait!" I flipped my hair over my shoulder and glanced to where the commotion was coming from. Steven's engine had smoked out and he was now veered off to the side of the track, hitting his wheel like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "I've got you, dude!" Slash claimed, coming to a stop beside the drummer and squeezing him into the single-seated kart. The worker quickly caught notice of this, warning the boys, "Hey! Hey, you can't do that!" "Let's go, man! Let's go!" Steven yelled, slapping his knees.

Before I realized, they began bounding in my direction. I lost track of direction and crashed into a barrier. "Fuck!" I hissed, scraping the metal as I turned to get back into the race. "This ain't bumper cars, Cam!" Slash jeered while Steven laughed beside him as they whizzed past. Axl and Izzy were in the lead, competing for who would win.

I was hot on Steve and Slash's tail, determined to gain the lead ahead of them once again. "On your left!" I called, my kart whizzing past theirs. "No! Get her, Slash!" Steven ordered. "I'm trying, fucker!" he countered. I was now close to passing Duff, but he wouldn't stop swerving to block every chance I got to get ahead. Damn, he was good.

I huffed as I adjusted in my seat and gripped onto the steering wheel even tighter. "Come on, Cam. You've got it. You can pass this lanky fucker. Easy." I mumbled to myself, narrowing my eyes on Duff's kart. He patted down his pockets for a smoke, losing control and zig-zagging across the track wildly. I slammed my breaks and skidded to a halt, soon returning back to my speed at I smirked at his pulled-over kart.

Axl and Izzy were keeping a good competition, but Izzy weaved through the course with perfection. I swear, this guy was good at everything! Axl furrowed his eyebrows and yelled at Izzy when he noticed that he was inching ahead by the second, "Screw you, Stradlin!" Izzy shook his head and chuckling, sending back a wave over his shoulder to the singer.

I bit my lip and pinned down my foot on the gas. The air reeked of gas and smoke. Clenching the wheel, I pivoted on each of the curves in the road. I was so close to beating Axl, but I was also very close to the finish line. Passing the checkered flag just behind Axl, I slowed to a stop, My engine rumbled and shook the entire cart, leaving rust on my hands when I grabbed the wheel. "Who won?" Steven asked, soon turning to Slash and whispering, "I'm pretty sure it was us."

"Weren't you guys last?" Duff pointed out. "...No." Slash and Steve chimed simultaneously. "Izzy and I tied." Axl stated. "No we didn't. I won." he countered. "Yes we did." Axl mumbled to the band, shielding his mouth with his hand even though Izzy was barely two feet away. He chuckled and continued to puff on his cigarette, letting the redhead have his moment of glory.

"So.. you didn't win." Duff sang smugly. "You were behind me." I chuckled. "Yeah- But barely!" "Sure, Duff. Sure." I mocked. "You're a sore winner." he grumbled. "I didn't even win." "Yet you're still a sore winner," he retorted with a pout, "I'm totally beating you next time, though." I chuckled.

"Yeah, sure. Next time."

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!! r. speaks:
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