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Chapter 4
When we got to the Go-Cart arena, all of us were soaking wet and freezing, especially Pierre, who was only wearing a T-Shirt because he had lent me his jacket, and I couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit guilty. But then once we went inside the warm area, I forgot all about the guilt, because Pierre had taken his shirt off, showing his tanned, and muscular chest. Oh gosh, save me. The others took their jackets off, and rolled their eyes at Pierre, and I joined in.
Gotta stay level headed, I reminded myself. Falling for an ADD kid was bad enough, but to fall for him AND his best friend…Hehe, that could be a problem.
We went to the booth to go pay for our carts, and Jeff, thank goodness for Jeff, was the only one who had money. So Jeff - did I mention how thankful I was for Jeff? – paid for the six of us, while muttering to Pierre how much he hated him, for ‘accidentally’ leaving his wallet behind, and how he owed him $120.00. Harsh.
Once we got to the actual driving course, I started getting nervous. I’d probably crash and burn right in front of everybody, or trip, then David or Chuck would try to save me, but get hit by a stupid go-cart. Oh what a joy.
We all suited up with helmets, and Pierre with a shirt, and the six of us went to the carts. I rode with Seb, (obviously, he was the one driving, I was just sitting behind him clinging to his back) because I didn’t want to be in a cart by myself, and if I were with Pierre or Chuck, there would be some bad thoughts, if I was with David, there would be lots of girly screaming, (not coming from me), and a lot of vomit (not coming from David). And if I was with Jeff, he’d be giving me a lecture about how the new guitar he got can do this, and do that, and while showing me the size of the amp that came with it, he would let go of the steering wheel and crash.
Stepping into the carts, I sat down first, and Seb sat in front of me. We started driving slow for a bit, I think you have to warm up the engine or something.
Then we all lined up at a start line, - the guys were having a race to 10 laps – and Seb had to persuade me to not run away screaming at the thought of that. When the sign read ‘Get Set’, I squeezed Seb for good luck, and held on tight. I heard the starting gun, and David squeal in delight, and I smiled. He was so adorable, the way he got excited and all giddy by every little thing. You couldn’t help but love him.
For the first 9 laps, everything was fine, until I saw that Pierre and Seb and I were tied for first, a couple hundred meters away from the finish line, and that he was about to crash right into us. I screamed, making Seb jump, and lose control of the go-cart, and crash into the hay stack at the side. We both grimaced at impact, but it wasn’t that bad, I mean, it was hay for crying out loud. Then I heard somebody yell “RENIII!!” and a car abuse its breaks.
Once everything had slowed down, and I was waiting for my head to stop spinning, I felt somebody pick me up off the ground and hold me tight to their body. I looked up, and saw a spinning face of David, wide-eyed with concern.
“RENI! ARE YOU OKAY??!??” He yelled, I think he forgot that I was 5 inches away from him, rather than 5 miles.
“I’m fine David,” I said, grinning. Did I mention how much I loved the fact that he was ADD?
“Sorry I forgot that I said that I wouldn’t let you get hurt until you actually got hurt and I don’t think that you should have been riding with Seb because he jumped when you screamed but I would have just screamed if you screamed and…” He looked around, and realized that everybody was looking at us as if we belonged in a mentally challenged ward.
“Haha, it’s okay David! I’m all good, but just remember to take a breath now and then, or I’m pretty sure that you’ll die.” I said, smiling. He grinned sheepishly, turning the most adorable shade of red. We stared at each other for awhile; I was hoping he would forget to put me down, until Pierre had to interrupt.
“Umm….Guys? Sorry to interrupt your lame staring contest, but me and the guys want to go get some stuff to eat. Want to come, or just attempt to make out without David getting all hyper and trying to jump you?” I shot Pierre an evil look, which took the small smirk off his face.
“…Or, you could do whatever you want…” he said, rocking back and forth on his feet, attempting to please me. I grinned, but jumped out of David’s arms and followed the guys out of the arena.
Once we got outside, we went to the nearby café, which sadly, was Starbucks. We got inside it, and ordered. Jeff had a regular coffee, Pierre an Americano, Chuck a Caramel Apple Cider, Seb a decaf regular coffee, David a hot chocolate, and me, a tall in a grande, non-fat, heated to 180 degrees, extra foam, no whip, caramel macchiato, with two pumps raspberry and one pump toffee nut. They all looked at me as if I were crazy, but they were the crazy ones, they just wanted regular drinks! They would never survive in California. Then again, I barely survived in Montreal, if it weren’t for them.
We all sat down at a large table, and I heard the two teenage boys talking next to us in French, and then it struck me that I didn’t know the second language in Canada, and the mother tongue to my friends. I had always heard them talk in French to each other on their cells, but it didn’t really strike me until I heard other people use it.
“Oh shit guys.” I said, looking at the two teenagers beside me.
“What? Did you realize that there were hotter guys than us to hang out with?” Pierre replied with a smirk.
“No, I just realized that, I DON’T KNOW FRENCH!” I yelled exasperated. I probably looked crazy, because everybody in Starbucks looked at me. Who cares.
“It’s okay Reni! We’ll teach you! Just…..umm….can you not yell?” Seb asked shyly.
“Of course,” I said, calming down, I didn’t even know why I spazzed out in the first place.
“But you have to promise that you won’t get frustrated and give up on me, please?” I said, giving them all puppy dog eyes.
“OKAY!” they all half shouted, and now the whole Starbucks probably thought the whole corner of the room was crazy. Mabye only me and a certain David…
We stood up to leave, and as we were leaving, I felt the whole room eyeing us, waiting for us to leave. We skated to my house, where we hung out for the rest of the day, doing the usual, hearing Pierre and Chuck fight, David listening eagerly, vibrating in his spot, Jeff trying to solve the problem, and Seb watching TV with me. Thinking back at where I am now, I realized that this, this moment, these people, this is what true happiness is, its that bliss where nothing great is happening, but you feel whole, you feel complete. Why? Because I’m with my five bestest friends of my life.
When we got to the Go-Cart arena, all of us were soaking wet and freezing, especially Pierre, who was only wearing a T-Shirt because he had lent me his jacket, and I couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit guilty. But then once we went inside the warm area, I forgot all about the guilt, because Pierre had taken his shirt off, showing his tanned, and muscular chest. Oh gosh, save me. The others took their jackets off, and rolled their eyes at Pierre, and I joined in.
Gotta stay level headed, I reminded myself. Falling for an ADD kid was bad enough, but to fall for him AND his best friend…Hehe, that could be a problem.
We went to the booth to go pay for our carts, and Jeff, thank goodness for Jeff, was the only one who had money. So Jeff - did I mention how thankful I was for Jeff? – paid for the six of us, while muttering to Pierre how much he hated him, for ‘accidentally’ leaving his wallet behind, and how he owed him $120.00. Harsh.
Once we got to the actual driving course, I started getting nervous. I’d probably crash and burn right in front of everybody, or trip, then David or Chuck would try to save me, but get hit by a stupid go-cart. Oh what a joy.
We all suited up with helmets, and Pierre with a shirt, and the six of us went to the carts. I rode with Seb, (obviously, he was the one driving, I was just sitting behind him clinging to his back) because I didn’t want to be in a cart by myself, and if I were with Pierre or Chuck, there would be some bad thoughts, if I was with David, there would be lots of girly screaming, (not coming from me), and a lot of vomit (not coming from David). And if I was with Jeff, he’d be giving me a lecture about how the new guitar he got can do this, and do that, and while showing me the size of the amp that came with it, he would let go of the steering wheel and crash.
Stepping into the carts, I sat down first, and Seb sat in front of me. We started driving slow for a bit, I think you have to warm up the engine or something.
Then we all lined up at a start line, - the guys were having a race to 10 laps – and Seb had to persuade me to not run away screaming at the thought of that. When the sign read ‘Get Set’, I squeezed Seb for good luck, and held on tight. I heard the starting gun, and David squeal in delight, and I smiled. He was so adorable, the way he got excited and all giddy by every little thing. You couldn’t help but love him.
For the first 9 laps, everything was fine, until I saw that Pierre and Seb and I were tied for first, a couple hundred meters away from the finish line, and that he was about to crash right into us. I screamed, making Seb jump, and lose control of the go-cart, and crash into the hay stack at the side. We both grimaced at impact, but it wasn’t that bad, I mean, it was hay for crying out loud. Then I heard somebody yell “RENIII!!” and a car abuse its breaks.
Once everything had slowed down, and I was waiting for my head to stop spinning, I felt somebody pick me up off the ground and hold me tight to their body. I looked up, and saw a spinning face of David, wide-eyed with concern.
“RENI! ARE YOU OKAY??!??” He yelled, I think he forgot that I was 5 inches away from him, rather than 5 miles.
“I’m fine David,” I said, grinning. Did I mention how much I loved the fact that he was ADD?
“Sorry I forgot that I said that I wouldn’t let you get hurt until you actually got hurt and I don’t think that you should have been riding with Seb because he jumped when you screamed but I would have just screamed if you screamed and…” He looked around, and realized that everybody was looking at us as if we belonged in a mentally challenged ward.
“Haha, it’s okay David! I’m all good, but just remember to take a breath now and then, or I’m pretty sure that you’ll die.” I said, smiling. He grinned sheepishly, turning the most adorable shade of red. We stared at each other for awhile; I was hoping he would forget to put me down, until Pierre had to interrupt.
“Umm….Guys? Sorry to interrupt your lame staring contest, but me and the guys want to go get some stuff to eat. Want to come, or just attempt to make out without David getting all hyper and trying to jump you?” I shot Pierre an evil look, which took the small smirk off his face.
“…Or, you could do whatever you want…” he said, rocking back and forth on his feet, attempting to please me. I grinned, but jumped out of David’s arms and followed the guys out of the arena.
Once we got outside, we went to the nearby café, which sadly, was Starbucks. We got inside it, and ordered. Jeff had a regular coffee, Pierre an Americano, Chuck a Caramel Apple Cider, Seb a decaf regular coffee, David a hot chocolate, and me, a tall in a grande, non-fat, heated to 180 degrees, extra foam, no whip, caramel macchiato, with two pumps raspberry and one pump toffee nut. They all looked at me as if I were crazy, but they were the crazy ones, they just wanted regular drinks! They would never survive in California. Then again, I barely survived in Montreal, if it weren’t for them.
We all sat down at a large table, and I heard the two teenage boys talking next to us in French, and then it struck me that I didn’t know the second language in Canada, and the mother tongue to my friends. I had always heard them talk in French to each other on their cells, but it didn’t really strike me until I heard other people use it.
“Oh shit guys.” I said, looking at the two teenagers beside me.
“What? Did you realize that there were hotter guys than us to hang out with?” Pierre replied with a smirk.
“No, I just realized that, I DON’T KNOW FRENCH!” I yelled exasperated. I probably looked crazy, because everybody in Starbucks looked at me. Who cares.
“It’s okay Reni! We’ll teach you! Just…..umm….can you not yell?” Seb asked shyly.
“Of course,” I said, calming down, I didn’t even know why I spazzed out in the first place.
“But you have to promise that you won’t get frustrated and give up on me, please?” I said, giving them all puppy dog eyes.
“OKAY!” they all half shouted, and now the whole Starbucks probably thought the whole corner of the room was crazy. Mabye only me and a certain David…
We stood up to leave, and as we were leaving, I felt the whole room eyeing us, waiting for us to leave. We skated to my house, where we hung out for the rest of the day, doing the usual, hearing Pierre and Chuck fight, David listening eagerly, vibrating in his spot, Jeff trying to solve the problem, and Seb watching TV with me. Thinking back at where I am now, I realized that this, this moment, these people, this is what true happiness is, its that bliss where nothing great is happening, but you feel whole, you feel complete. Why? Because I’m with my five bestest friends of my life.
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