OMGWTFBBQ!!! I never thought I'd get to thirty parts/chapters/thingys, and I probably wouldn't have if the feedback I've received on here wasn't so kind :) thanks to everyone for reading it, if you just stumble across this and are interested, hope you like it :) ~GS xo
I'm sorry about the length (or lack thereof) of this, I haven't had much time this weekend -_-
I stumbled to my feet and waved my arms above my head while Blue crouched next to Crys. That was it; the Drac patrol knew exactly who owned the car speeding towards us, and didn’t fancy sticking around. I couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole situation.
I looked to my left and saw Cola doing the same, uncertainly waving at the car. I think I could just make out his head slowly shaking disbelievingly in the darkness.
The headlights flashed and flickered and the horn beeped. I laughed and started towards the car as it got closer. It was about two hundred yards away, getting closer every second. I thought it might have been Kobra or Jet or Ghoul driving—Poison can be dangerous behind the wheel when he’s angry—but he never lets anybody else drive it.
When the car was about twenty yards away, I heard the breaks screech and the headlights grew brighter and brighter until the Fabulous Killjoys’ beloved Trans-Am came to a halt in front of our exhausted group. I smiled as if for the first time in weeks, it felt unnatural and good and strange and wonderfully energising.
The doors swung open and I heard disbelieving mutters, laughs and boots scratching on the gravel ground. Poison hadn’t turned off the headlights so none of us could see a damn thing.
“Cola?” Kobra asked from the left of the car. A hit of adrenalin shot through my veins at the sound of his uncertain voice; the first safe, solid thing I had heard in days.
Cola stared, wide-eyed, at the car and the silhouettes standing next to it. I think he was in too much shock to do anything productive at that moment. Under any other circumstances it would have been hilarious.
“Where’s Poison? I have a bone to pick with him,” he said slowly, his smile growing wider. I heard the crunch of someone walking and Party Poison stepped out in front of the headlights. They cast him in an intimidating shadow, lighting up his hair.
I wasn’t sure what happened next. One second Cola was standing next to me, the next he and Poison were on the ground, wrestling like the guys did back at Dr. D’s. Poison roared with laughter when Cola found his weakness: his ticklish ribs.
The wind was knocked out of me as someone crashed into me, wrapping their arms around my mid-section and spinning me around. I squeaked in surprise until I realised what was happening: a hug from Jet.
When he put me down I leaned back and looked up. His face was still cast in shadow, but just seeing the guys again was enough for me. He had a thin line snaking across his forehead, a graze from a laser beam, but he was still grinning like an idiot when I jumped back at him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I was giggling uncontrollably.
“Do you realise how dysfunctional we’ve been for the last week?” he asked into a clump of my hair. I laughed and shook my head against his shoulder, too tired and happy and relieved to do anything else. As Jet let me down, I looked around quickly, taking a head count. Jet, Kobra, Poison...
“Where’s...” I started, looking around me, turning in a full circle. I looked up at Jet, worried. What if he was injured? If he got shot trying to get to the car—
“It’s okay, he’s back at Dr. D’s,” Jet assured me, gripping my shoulders. I inhaled deeply, trying to keep it together. I was going to see him again. Everything was going to be alright.
“For the umpteenth time, GET OFF!” Poison yelled. I turned around, finally spotting him on the ground, being held in some variation of a death grip by a grinning Cherri Cola. I would have been worried, had it not been for Poison’s weak attempts to free himself; he didn’t care in the slightest. Finally, Cola released him, only to be tackled by Kobra, who was laughing so hard he could barely get a word out. I had a horrible feeling his asthma would choose to play up right about now.
Poison sat in the dirt, watching them hug, laugh, remember each other. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked up at me, still puffing. He blew a strand of his bright red hair out of his eyes.
“So,” he said between breaths. “Are you gonna say hi, or stand there looking around for a while?” he asked, slowly grinning. I laughed, walked over to him and grabbed his hands, pulling him to his feet, before he grabbed me and hugged me close. Only then did I realise how damn exhausted I was. All I could think about was sleep.
He chuckled, looking down at me. “Come on, let’s get you in the car,” he muttered in my ear. My legs felt limp, like I was running on pure adrenalin that had just drained. Poison looped his arm around my torso and lifted me into the back seat of the car. As I sat up and got a bit more comfortable, Blue limped to the door and fell in, and Poison carefully sat Crys down next to us. She thanked him quickly and adjusted herself in the seat, trying not to stretch the broken skin across her stomach.
“How you doing?” Blue asked, shuffling towards me to make more room for her. Crys shrugged awkwardly and groaned quietly.
“It’s nothing serious. Just a scratch. Just ’cause it’s a laser, it stings,” she muttered, waving her hand dismissively. Blue nodded and leaned back in her spot. The four men were standing outside, talking about something. Cola suddenly jogged off to our one working bike and wheeled it over to the Better Living depot, positioning it against the wall and walking back to the rest of the group. Once he was back, they dispersed and started getting into the car. Poison slid into the driver’s seat, Cola in the middle next to him, Jet on the right and Kobra squeezed into the back seat next to me. I guessed because he was the smallest of the guys, it was only logical that he sat in the back; trying to sit us three girls and a man mountain like Jet would be nigh on impossible.
Kobra jammed himself against the door, trying to give us as much space as possible. He glanced down at me and smiled out of the corner of his mouth. “Long time, no see, huh?”
The perfectionist in me isn't happy with how it ends, so there will be more this week, hopefully :) enjoy my friends :)
~GS xo
