lachambers oneshots

Summer raceing

The midday sun beat down heavily on the pavement. It was so sweltering; I wouldn't have been surprised if an egg cooked if placed on the ground.

My shirt was already soaked through with sweat and I wiped my forehead off with one hand.

It was too hot for a smoke, even though I craved it.

All I had was my cold coke, and even that couldn't relieve my parched throat.

I smacked my lips and tried to swallow some saliva to cure the dryness.

With my small bit of strength, I picked up the coke and took a swig, trying to spare some so I had more for later.

I pulled my keds off of my feet and threw them to the side, stretching my legs out in front of me.

Next, I pulled my sweat-soaked t-shirt off and laid it to the side neatly. I rolled up my long jeans so as to give my legs some air, wishing the whole time that I had a pair of shorts.

"Come on, Lachance!" A voice shouted.

I sighed, not wanting to stand up. It was too hot.

I squinted into the sunlight.

Chris was waiting for me about a hundred feet away with a root beer in hand. He too was shirtless and sweating like Vern running a marathon. He looked at me expectantly.

I sighed, "Coming Chambers." I mustered this with all I could.

With one last swig of coke, I got up and walked over to my friend, trying to focus on anything but the heat.

"Ready?"

"You're crazy Chambers. It's fucking 100 degrees out."

"That's the fun of it," he smirked at me.

I just shook my head, "Why am I even doing this?"

Chris winked at me, "Because you love me."

I sighed and tilted my head downwards, trying to hide the redness that was growing on my face, "Fine, let's get this over with."

Chris grinned at me and started the count, "Ready?"

I nodded shortly, peering off into the dusty landscape. A single winding road; grass a foot tall growing along the sides; fields stretching into the landscape; heat waves causing the trees in the distance to look blurry.

"Set."

My bare feet took their stance. Chris still wore his keds. He turned to me, smirked, and slowly parted his lips, "Go!"

The race was on. The soles of my feet pounded the dusty road and my heart did just the same within my chest. I was going so fast, I could barely feel the heat. I smiled and turned to look at Chris.

He was right next to me, pure determination on his face. The short buzz-cut he wore ruffled slightly with the wind. His keds caused the dust underneath him to fly upwards behind him.

The finish line was directly up ahead, and we were still neck-in-neck. Chris looked at me again, wearing an expression that said, "You better not win."