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[sub][color=dimgray][b][color=5C6F8E]Location |[/color][/b] In-N-Out Burger Booth → Bathroom → Outside
[b][color=5C6F8E]Mentions of |[/color][/b] [b][color=a0410d]Aleks[/color][/b] [@Plank Sinatra]
[b][color=5C6F8E]Interacting with |[/color][/b] With each other [color=5C6F8E][b]Chris[/b][/color] [@GhostMami] & [color=#ff4500][b]AJ[/b][/color] [@TootsiePop] 
and then at the end [color=green][b]ALL GEARHEADS[/b][/color][/color]
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[indent]It was only a matter of time, Chris supposed. The Gearheads’ engines weren’t the only things that frequently revved up. Nearly every single one of them had a temper, and they all naturally liked to poke at each other. That’s all this was, some friendly poking of the bear. They should have known better though, AJ had inherited his MILF’s drama queen genes, so tantrums like this were common. He was a sensitive guy, which is part of what drew Chris to him as a friend. AJ, despite his tough guy demeanor, was someone who needed a bro to lean on. Chris liked being that guy, and sometimes, Chris was that guy himself…

Looking down at his lap, which was now littered with a scattering of french fries, Chris sighed. He exchanged a knowing glance with Aleks before nodding at the other crew members around. They were all about to head out on a road trip with AJ, while he stayed behind. They had many such tantrums in their near future. It was only right that Chris take one for the team right now. The punkish rider scooted out of the booth, a sprinkling of fries dumping to the ground as he did so. [color=5C6F8E][b]“I got this…”[/b][/color] He sad simply before heading off towards the bathroom that AJ had retreated into. What else were besties for if not rescuing you from yourself in a dirty public restroom?

Taking a deuce, might as well before they head out, AJ absentmindedly went to a certain instagram flooded with pictures of his ex. This boy, who he rarely said by name, was called Marshall Radley (face claim, Matthew Bell). Even if this boy never stole his ex, they would NEVER be friends. Sure, he kind of reminded him of his mother, with the whole theater vibe, and sure, he really didn’t mean any harm, but his Candy-ass did something that AJ for some reason was never able to achieve. This gossip-loving diva made Jamie (face claim, Miles Heizer) completely and utterly happy. Marshalls, man. They were the DEVILS.

Grumbling to himself, he opened up a silhouette picture of Jamie on a balcony, staring out at a gorgeous view. His frame was still as attractive as can be. The best he ever had. Fucking dumb. Lightly biting his tongue, he ‘heart’ the picture and commented:  [color=ff4500][i]Nice pic.[/i][/color] Honestly? He was surprised Marshall hadn’t blocked him, but maybe this was their way of ‘seeming’ okay with each other.  As he continued to excrete his waste, he heard familiar sounding steps enter the bathroom. Chris got those boots. Ain’t hard to recognize him when he has such prominent strides. 

[color=ff4500][b]“You here to join me? This is gonna’ be [i]HUGE[/i].”[/b][/color] Foolish. AJ was foolish.

Chris’ nose flared upon entering the gross fast food joint restaurant. Eww, disgusting. He looked around for AJ and was soon after greeted by his voice from behind the single stall door. The source of the offending odor. Double gross. [color=5C6F8E][b]“Oh fuck off, you know why I’m here.”[/b][/color] Chris crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his backside against the row of sinks, facing the stall door. [color=5C6F8E][b]“What’s up? Why’d you go telenovela on the crew, dude?”[/b][/color]

Plop!

[color=ff4500][b]“I don’t know, man. Maybe it’s because you’re bailing on our last real summer together. Or maybe—”[/b][/color] AJ continued to scroll down Marshall’s instagram, out of pure habit. 

[color=5C6F8E][b]“Come on, don’t be a prick. I ain’t bailing. It’s not like it’s gonna be all hookers and blow here, dude. I gotta pass my certs. You know how my moms is, she ain’t gonna tolerate me skulking around the place rent-free after graduation. I gotta work. PLUS, it’s not like I’m [i]going[/i] anywhere. This ain’t our last summer unless you move somewhere extravagant, so what’s your [i]real[/i] issue?”[/b][/color] Lord knows the answer. The fucking twink was the problem. Always was, seemingly always will be. But Chris had to force him to say it, just to prove a point. This shit was going on way too long.

Another plop!

[color=ff4500][b]”ONE SECOND, LET ME WIPE MY ASS.”[/b][/color] True bros had heart-to-hearts while shitting. After taking care of business, not feeling like talking about what really was eating at him while confined in a smelly stall, he was part to blame for, AJ flushed the toilet, pulled up his pants, and pocketed his phone. That was a good shit. A good shit indeed.

Kicking the stall door open, he cheesed, [color=ff4500][b]“Smells like victory!”[/b][/color] As he made his way to the sink to wash his hands, you best believe he was hygienic, AJ [i]finally[/i] retorted, [color=ff4500][b]”Ya’ll kept eating all my fries.”[/b][/color] Nothing but jokes. Classic AJ. 

[color=5C6F8E][b]“Your family’s loaded enough to buy the damn restaurant, the fries ain’t the problem. Nice try.”[/b][/color] Usually Chris was all jabs and jokes too, but he was being serious about this. Tough love was his specialty in the friend group. [color=5C6F8E][b]“I need a smoke, c’mon.”[/b][/color] He wasn’t really asking so much as demanding as he headed towards the bathroom door. Smoking was a stinky habit, but no more stinky than staying here.

[color=ff4500][b]"Away from the cars, ‘specially Aleks.”[/b][/color] Obediently, AJ followed behind, shoving his hands in his pockets. Even if this brat was stubborn, he did listen. Before they exited the restaurant, AJ looked back at everyone else and stuck his tongue at them. Eventually, they got to a spot where Chris could smoke. Still avoidant, AJ playfully scolded, [color=ff4500][b]”That shit’s going to kill you.”[/b][/color] 

[color=5C6F8E][b]“Nah, if anything’s gonna kill me, it’ll be Gwen.”[/b][/color] Chris said with confidence as he lit up and inhaled. Okay, so he had room for one or two jokes. He exhaled towards the sky before settling his brown eyes back on AJ. [color=5C6F8E][b]“So....”[/b][/color] He began expectantly, raising an eyebrow. Spit it the fuck out, AJ.

[i]Grumble. Grumble. Grumble.[/i] [color=ff4500][b]”I might’ve… a huge MIGHT’VE.”[/b][/color] Looking away from Chris’ stern glare, AJ kicked at the dirt, [color=ff4500][b]”Started my day thinking of where I [i]failed[/i] at as…”[/b][/color] [i]Grumble.[/i] It was HARD to admit his wrongdoing. [sub][color=ff4500][b]“Jamie’s boyfriend.”[/b][/color][/sub]  [color=ff4500][b]”And I might’ve… a huge MIGHT’VE.”[/b][/color] AJ bent over and dusted the dirt on his shoe that he just put on it, [sub][color=ff4500][b]“Sent-a-bitter-voicemail-last-night-to-Jamie’s-phone.”[/b][/color][/sub] 

[color=ff4500][b]“But this all is just a might’ve situation.”[/b][/color] 

Chris just stared at him as AJ explained himself. He took another drag and then sighed through the exhale, rubbing at his stubbly chin. [color=5C6F8E][b]“Now [i]that[/i] shit—”[/b][/color] He used his cigarette to point at AJ accusingly, [color=5C6F8E][b]“—is gonna kill ya.”[/b][/color] Chris thought on his words for a moment and flicked some ashes towards the pavement. [color=5C6F8E][b]“Point blank, you need to get over it, dude. It’s been over a year, hell, almost two, innit? It’s over. Dwelling on it is doing nothing but hurting you, and I know, I know. I’m familiar with the spellbinding allure of blondes, but there’s plenty more out there, aiight? Calling your ex and leaving bitter voicemails is creepy, dude. Don’t be a creep.”[/b][/color] Another drag and moments of thought.

[color=5C6F8E][b]“Listen, you’re about to head out on a fun ass road trip. Look in there—”[/b][/color] Chris gestured with his cigarette again, this time pointing towards the restaurant window, through which their friends could be seen. [color=5C6F8E][b]“You’re travelling with your good friends, some of which are [i]total[/i] babes. Maybe try getting to [i]know[/i] one of them a little better, yeah? Yess is good for it.”[/b][/color] He smirked now, cracking the “all business” demeanor. [color=5C6F8E][b]“Maybe not them, but point is, try to move on, man. Get laid. See the world, stop dwelling on that shit. It’s a bad look, and today goes to show that it’s bad feels too.”[/b][/color] Chris took a final puff before tossing the butt to the ground and stomping it out with his boot.

[color=ff4500][b]“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I knowwww. The ‘get laid’ advice has been said to me many times.”[/b][/color] AJ knew as long as he had his phone, there will always be access to things that would get him to think about Jamie. [color=ff4500][b]“It would be easier if your bitchass was coming, but I guess I’ll just have Aleks slap me or something.”[/b][/color] He paused for a moment and then heavily sighed, [color=ff4500][b]“I don’t know [i]why[/i] I’m so caught up. It fucking sucks, Chris. If I could just fuck someone and be like oh, yeah, I’m over it, wouldn’t you think I’d have done it by now?”[/b][/color] 

Chris nodded in understanding. [color=5C6F8E][b]“I know, man. Love fucks us up. And getting laid ain't gonna fix it all, but it’s a start, ya know? Moving on ain’t gonna happen instantly, but it sure as hell ain’t gonna happen if you aren’t willing to let it. And we both know you haven’t been willing, don’t even try lyin’.”[/b][/color] And in that moment, perhaps the smoke had given him clarity, Chris had an ingenious idea. AJ never backed down from a dare. [color=5C6F8E][b]“You know what?[/b][/color] he smirked. [color=5C6F8E][b]“I [i]dare[/i] you to get laid within a week. And don’t think that just ‘cause I’m not there I won’t know if you follow through. I’ll have Aleks to report results.”[/b][/color]

Oh that son-of-a—[color=ff4500][b]“Fuck you. I’m not some pussy ass. Watch, I’ll blow your mind and then you have to send a picture of Aces’ tits to me. Deal?”[/b][/color]

[color=5C6F8E][b]“I’ll see if she’d be down… I ain’t willing to have my balls crushed, dude. She’s terrifying.”[/b][/color] Chris stared up towards the sky. [color=5C6F8E][b]“You know, I’m like ninety percent sure she’d be down, so deal.”[/b][/color]

[color=ff4500][b]“Even if she isn’t down, I want to prove you wrong. I just wanted to see if I’d get something in return.”[/b][/color] AJ teasingly chuckled, before bringing Chris into a bear hug and patting his back, [color=ff4500][b]“Come here, we gotta’ head out and I’m going to miss my Valentine. You better ace your test, you got that? I’ll come back and beat you for your moms if you don’t.”[/b][/color] AJ knew Chris would. He was smart like that. Becoming a mechanic was his destiny. 

[color=5C6F8E][b]“Yeah yeah, and [i]I’m[/i] the pussy ass.”[/b][/color] Chris retorted as he was wrapped into a bro hug. Chris slapped his back a few times. [color=5C6F8E][b]“I’ll pass, man. It’s the only test I’ve ever been confident for. You best have fun and follow through on that dare, aiight?”[/b][/color] He didn’t wait for a confirmation. [color=5C6F8E][b]“Now I gotta do the mushy hug thing with the rest of the chuckleheads. Let’s go.”[/b][/color]

[color=ff4500][b]“We don’t need to go to them, bruh.”[/b][/color] AJ shuffled to his car and bent over, then like the ass he was he honked his horn multiple times, [color=ff4500][b]“IT’S TIME TO GO, FUCKERS.”[/b][/color]

[color=ff4500][b]“There. Now go give ‘em love.”[/b][/color] [/indent]