Neon Skies Can't Light Our Path
Hit It Fast Motorbabe!
Due to the pressures of various people. . . *cough* ChemicalWhovian *cough* Here is a new, small chapter!
Have you ever felt incredibly uncomfortable? Like uncomfortable to the point where you cursed yourself to the end's of the earth for making the decision that ended in you becoming so uncomfortable? I was to that point when Party and I walked up to my lonely motorcycle. Fifteen minutes of no talking and walking next to someone who had a murderous intent wafting off them, could do that to a person.
I directed my attention to my bike. The poor thing had been left out all night, and apparently a sand storm had swept through. A little of the paint had been sand-blasted off and it had fallen over with the gusts of wind.
I picked up my fallen pack and strapped it to the side, not before searching through it for my pills. I had started feeling emotional this morning. Depression was not an apparent thing until you had endured it to the point you could feel it's symptoms. I had felt that tell-tale sinking feeling in my stomach this morning, signaling the need for my medication.
I pulled the little orange bottle out of my pack, however, before I could even take one, Party's hand clamped down on my wrist.
"What the hell are those?", he growled, his voice dangerously low. I glanced at him and saw that his eyes were narrowed into slits at the sight of the white pills.
I tried tugging my hand out of his grasp to now avail. "It's just mood-stabilizers for bipolar disorder. I have that, now could you please let me go?"
"How do I know they're not those pills that BLI/ND makes?", he countered, his hand tightening. I glared at him in irritation. Was he an idiot or something? Was I not just showing an emotion other than robotic happiness?
"Do you really doubt my intelligence that much? Why would I willingly take those pills? I've had to deal with those zombie people all of my life, I would never want to turn into one. I was diagnosed for bipolar disorder, and those pills are really medication for it. Now let go!" His eyes continued to judge me, but when I yanked on his grip again, he released me.
I glared at him for another second before I lifted my hand and downed two of the pills. Putting the bottle back in my bag, ignoring his stare. Then I lifted a leg up and over my bike and waited for him to get on. I held out my helmet and waited. Nothing.
I glanced at him and he was still standing there. "Are you going to get on or not?", I asked impatiently, the other guys were still waiting for us.
He glared at me again from under his mask, but grabbed my helmet, shoved it on his head, and clumsily pulled himself up behind me.
I turned the motorcycle on and turned back to him. "Hold on tight alright?"
He hesitantly put his arms loosely around me. I rolled my eyes, unless he had a better grip, he was going to go flying. I jerked his arms hard and he fell forward onto my back.
"Hey, what the hell-." I cut him off and kicked the bike into gear, hit the gas, and blazed down the hill to the diner. Party seemed to get the idea that having a tight grip was a necessity and basically suctioned himself to me.
I pulled up next to the Trans Am and gave Ray, who was in the driver's seat, that we were good to go. He gave me a thumbs up and pulled out with me right behind. I could see Kobra and Ghoul laughing at us. I wasn't doing something stupid, but by the tight grip Party had on me and how his arms were shaking, he must have been quite entertaining. The idiot, he could have told me that this was his first time on a bike.
Just to have a little fun, I sped up and did a loop around the speeding Trans Am. If I hadn't been as experienced with a motorcycle as I was, I probably could have caused an accident. However, I am experienced and the gasp of panic from Party when I drove around the front end of the car was hilarious.
Then, I did a wheelie, pulled my weight back and lifting the front tire off the ground. Party clung on like I was his last hope. With a chuckle, I let the bike fall forward and bounce a little. Kobra and Ghoul, looking a little shocked at first, finally understood what I was doing and full out laughed.
"Please, please don't do that again." I heard Party's voice say weakly, muffled from the helmet. He didn't sound too good. I could feel his heartbeat through my back and let's just say that I had kicked his rate up a notch. Not to mention that he was full out trembling now.
Apparently the leader of the Fabulous Killjoys wasn't as fearless as he let on.
We continued riding until the sun was almost on the west side of the sky. Fun Ghoul looked back at us and with a sweeping motion of his arm, told me to pull over next to them. I drove up next to the car and as soon as I lowered my feet to steady the bike, Party was gone from behind me like a bullet.
"Never again. Goddamn, were you trying to give me a heart attack or something?", Party rambled, pulling my black helmet off and breathing heavily. I smirked, "You should have told me that it was your first time on a bike. Nothing you couldn't handle, right big man?"
The shit-eating grin that I gave him, only pissed him off further. An audible growl left his chest before he huffed and turned away from me. Apparently he was also a drama queen. Huh, who figured?
Have you ever felt incredibly uncomfortable? Like uncomfortable to the point where you cursed yourself to the end's of the earth for making the decision that ended in you becoming so uncomfortable? I was to that point when Party and I walked up to my lonely motorcycle. Fifteen minutes of no talking and walking next to someone who had a murderous intent wafting off them, could do that to a person.
I directed my attention to my bike. The poor thing had been left out all night, and apparently a sand storm had swept through. A little of the paint had been sand-blasted off and it had fallen over with the gusts of wind.
I picked up my fallen pack and strapped it to the side, not before searching through it for my pills. I had started feeling emotional this morning. Depression was not an apparent thing until you had endured it to the point you could feel it's symptoms. I had felt that tell-tale sinking feeling in my stomach this morning, signaling the need for my medication.
I pulled the little orange bottle out of my pack, however, before I could even take one, Party's hand clamped down on my wrist.
"What the hell are those?", he growled, his voice dangerously low. I glanced at him and saw that his eyes were narrowed into slits at the sight of the white pills.
I tried tugging my hand out of his grasp to now avail. "It's just mood-stabilizers for bipolar disorder. I have that, now could you please let me go?"
"How do I know they're not those pills that BLI/ND makes?", he countered, his hand tightening. I glared at him in irritation. Was he an idiot or something? Was I not just showing an emotion other than robotic happiness?
"Do you really doubt my intelligence that much? Why would I willingly take those pills? I've had to deal with those zombie people all of my life, I would never want to turn into one. I was diagnosed for bipolar disorder, and those pills are really medication for it. Now let go!" His eyes continued to judge me, but when I yanked on his grip again, he released me.
I glared at him for another second before I lifted my hand and downed two of the pills. Putting the bottle back in my bag, ignoring his stare. Then I lifted a leg up and over my bike and waited for him to get on. I held out my helmet and waited. Nothing.
I glanced at him and he was still standing there. "Are you going to get on or not?", I asked impatiently, the other guys were still waiting for us.
He glared at me again from under his mask, but grabbed my helmet, shoved it on his head, and clumsily pulled himself up behind me.
I turned the motorcycle on and turned back to him. "Hold on tight alright?"
He hesitantly put his arms loosely around me. I rolled my eyes, unless he had a better grip, he was going to go flying. I jerked his arms hard and he fell forward onto my back.
"Hey, what the hell-." I cut him off and kicked the bike into gear, hit the gas, and blazed down the hill to the diner. Party seemed to get the idea that having a tight grip was a necessity and basically suctioned himself to me.
I pulled up next to the Trans Am and gave Ray, who was in the driver's seat, that we were good to go. He gave me a thumbs up and pulled out with me right behind. I could see Kobra and Ghoul laughing at us. I wasn't doing something stupid, but by the tight grip Party had on me and how his arms were shaking, he must have been quite entertaining. The idiot, he could have told me that this was his first time on a bike.
Just to have a little fun, I sped up and did a loop around the speeding Trans Am. If I hadn't been as experienced with a motorcycle as I was, I probably could have caused an accident. However, I am experienced and the gasp of panic from Party when I drove around the front end of the car was hilarious.
Then, I did a wheelie, pulled my weight back and lifting the front tire off the ground. Party clung on like I was his last hope. With a chuckle, I let the bike fall forward and bounce a little. Kobra and Ghoul, looking a little shocked at first, finally understood what I was doing and full out laughed.
"Please, please don't do that again." I heard Party's voice say weakly, muffled from the helmet. He didn't sound too good. I could feel his heartbeat through my back and let's just say that I had kicked his rate up a notch. Not to mention that he was full out trembling now.
Apparently the leader of the Fabulous Killjoys wasn't as fearless as he let on.
We continued riding until the sun was almost on the west side of the sky. Fun Ghoul looked back at us and with a sweeping motion of his arm, told me to pull over next to them. I drove up next to the car and as soon as I lowered my feet to steady the bike, Party was gone from behind me like a bullet.
"Never again. Goddamn, were you trying to give me a heart attack or something?", Party rambled, pulling my black helmet off and breathing heavily. I smirked, "You should have told me that it was your first time on a bike. Nothing you couldn't handle, right big man?"
The shit-eating grin that I gave him, only pissed him off further. An audible growl left his chest before he huffed and turned away from me. Apparently he was also a drama queen. Huh, who figured?
11/12/13