Crazy Buck

Pnau, With You Forever

Credits to my readers and my friend MM
Crazy Buck

I had just delivered Speed to her residence on the east side of town, before I drove home, but when I entered the freeway, I saw a familiar white s13 being followed by the red Subaru, and yellow Integra. "Shit," I mouthed before jamming my foot down, before shifting into third. It was a lovely sound, that went fom a low growl to a mournful cry, as I took off on the motorway's on ramp. What I was doing, I didn't think about, I just did it. Fourth, 75 miles per hour, as I entered. I passed a truck on the left, and watched as trees passed. I saw the group's taillights, and shifted into fifth. I caught up, and slowed beside the S13, who waited, flashed his high beams, and took off. I was in the lead. Even more so as the the freeway began it's s curve. We took the overpass to the Celestia Turnpike, before taking that turn at 95. We entered the turnpike, and blasted through the toll gate, but I slowed down, and got behind him as he smashed through, and lost control. I avoided him, and kept driving, eventually arriving at the courier service office. Nopony was there, and the sign on the door said that it had been foreclosed, so I went home. On my way, I flipped on the radio, and heard Sam Cooke's Wonderful World come on. I drove until I reached a stoplight and stopped. A Mitsubishi Lancer Evo VII pulled up next to me, and revved his engine at me, so when the light turned green, we took off with him in front, but I passed him up before heading back home. I had beaten him, and the thrill I was getting was undoubtedly incredible. It was awesome, and I didn't want to go home yet, so I re-entered the freeway, and drove as hard as I could. I was catching up to a yellow GT-R33 and passed it by. We hit the interchange, and took the hard curve at 105 mph, and the R was pulling closer, before I pushed the turn at 110, and left him in the dust when the road straightened out, and I hit 150. I laughed, and left the freeway to top off my fuel tank.

I had been called into work by my employer during the weekend, so I had to cancel my normal hang out with Speed on Sunday. My work car was a Mercedes E430 4 matic, and Viola Rosewood was a very boring and plain mare on the outside, other than her well groomed golden blonde mane, and alabaster coat l, and her beautiful green eyes, but I had a feeling that her dull seeming personality was a mask. She'd have a small grin everytime we went over 70, and would occasionally ask about the car. Her parents were strict, and had done a complete background check on me before I was hired. I felt bad for her, still 17, and the reason why I felt bad was because she would sometimes get in my car, covered in bruises, and occasionally rope burn, from who knows what. This time, was one of those times. I gazed sadly at her in my rear view mirror, and stepped down hard on the gas. I knew I had to do this. I hit 70, then 80, and her small smile turned to shock when I hit 90. "What are you doing Fluke," she said in astonishment. "You like going fast right madam," I asked. She seemed to relax a bit, and her small smile returned. "I guess you figured it out," she said in her Trottingham accent. She giggled and I explained, "Well, you smile when we go over 70 madam." We both chuckled before she asked with a hint of excitement, "Is it alright if we go faster?" I nodded and put my hoof down. I saw a matte black charger fly past going the other way and knew that it was not what it said it was with the way it moved. "Did you see that," she exclaimed. "Yes I did madam," I put in astonishment. I looked and saw I was going 100, and kept going until we arrived at a Prench restaurant.
"We've arrived madam," I stated. "Come with me," she insisted. "But, I'm just your driver madam," I spoke, confused. "I made sure that we are the only ones dining here, besides, I'm sure you'd be bored just waiting for me in the car park." I was still confused when she said this, and it made me feel stupid.
"I couldn't exactly ask you out, so I made something up, so I could get to know you."
She pawed at the carpet, and looked at her hooves, clearly nervous, so I dumped my plans of befriending her my way as I spoke, "Ok, I'll join you madam."
Her face lit up with a smile that could've blinded the universe, and squealed in excitement.
"Thank you thank you thank you!"
She squeezed me tight in a hug, but I was too shocked at this, that I didn't return it.

"So, do you street race."
Her eyes were filled with a mix of excitement and wonder as she asked. I poured myself another glass of water and answered honestly.
"I've taken a liking to it."
"That's incredible."
She seemed to light up as she asked, "Have you ever raced against a Nissan Skyline?"
"Last night I had a run in with one, but I think I got lucky."
"How about anything like the new Civic?"
She knew some stuff, definitely, I determined.
"Nope."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"What got you into cars?"
I winced at the question, and she quickly sputtered, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be, you didn't know.
She looked down and pawed at the ground with a hoof before asking sheepishly, "Does this count as a date?"
"It can be what you want it to be madam," I quipped.
"Please, call me Viola." She kept the sheepish tone, and a bright red blush hung on her alabaster cheeks, as she leaned forward, and kissed me.

MF DOOM, Red and Gold

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To be continued...obviously.