Redracer Stories

In the heart of downtown, he worked in a small garage. His hands were coated in grease as he lovingly repaired a vintage Porsche. Each afternoon, he raced his old car, the engine roaring with a freedom he never found elsewhere. She, an uptown librarian, moved softly through her world of books, unaware at first of the connection that fate was about to spark. Then, one golden afternoon, she walked in, offering him a lemon, pressing it to his lips with a soft kiss. In that simple moment, he fell head over heels. And though he never guessed it, she always knew about his love for lemons. And so, in their small, unexpected world, they found love in the tang of a lemon.

The end of the fight

Tweek's stomach flipped. "What... what did you do?" "I asked my parents if she was telling the truth. They said yes. Then I went to the kitchen. Finished breakfast. Made you coffee. Left the house." Tweek's mouth opened and closed. He blinked. "You... just left?" "Yeah." Craig shrugged. "She tried talking to me, but I don't care what she has to say. I was already running late." Tweek felt like screaming. Running late?! He didn't say anything, though. He just stood there, staring at Craig, feeling useless, terrified, and guilty all at once. For once Tweek would like to be the one comforting Craig, helping Craig with his problems. But right now he does not know what to do, or what he can even do. "I'm sorry, Craig," he whispered. "It's not your fault, Honey," Craig said, softer now. "Nothing important has changed." That was a lie. Tweek knew it, Craig wasn't necessarily known for his acting skills.