Author's Notes
Well! here goes nothin'. I've been reading on lit for a couple months and decided to write a lil something cuz why not!
Please let me know what you think in the comments! Hold nothing back.
I breezed through chapter 1 a bit because i went to get going into the story. If there are future chapters, there will be a lot more dialogue.
I'm a life long writer with some downtime throughout the week so I figure why not post. ill be writing stories of all categories and genre.
rate honestly! ya wont hurt my feeling. feedback wanted.
this Prologue and chapter was written in about 30-45 mins so excuse any errors in editing.
Prologue
Erik looked to his good friend Dean with immense anticipation and awe. Dean had this intense yet calm look on his face you'd think to see on a well travelled cowboy from the era of the wild Wild West who's about to show a curious kid how to shoot a six-shooter. Erik was ready. Nervous.
"Are you ready for this life changing moment Erik? In just a few seconds- you will never be the same and there's no going back..."
Dean said, looking over to Erik. Cowboy. Sitting in the passenger seat, Erik gave Dean a subtle yet assuring nod. Collecting his emotions, Erik stared straight ahead. Dean lingered the state on his friend a moment then without hesitation, followed suit and turned the key.
Clink..
Clink..
Success.
"YEAH BABY!! LETS FUCKIN' GO!"
"WOO!"
The sound of another clink, quickly followed by the turning over of an engine and a lions roar coming from the muffler, induced victorious hollers and hysterics from the two. Erik and Dean, along with their buddies Kris and Shawn, spent the entirety of the summer restoring the 68' cherry red Chevy Camaro.
Only 4 months prior, the beauty was buried under the decades of life's inevitable aging touch of neglect and abandon. Bored, the group ventured off to a scrap yard for the fuck of it. They never thought they'd stumble upon forgotten treasure. A pirates booty. With some useless negotiations, considering no price was going to stop the boys from owning that car, they bought their future and held it in their hands.
A frame and decent interior. All that they needed.
Dean gently eased some pressure onto the gas twice in quick succession, eliciting a orgasmic response from the motor. The sounds that Camaro made when it revs could bring a T-Rex to its knees.
Dean reached to bring their pride and joy into first gear.
"Don't you dare."
Dean froze momentarily. Staring at the stick shifter with his hand inches away, the denial ate at him and it showed on his face. Wincing then turning to Erik with pleading eyes.
"Not without Kris and Shawn brother." Erik said closing his eyes and shaking his head in disappointment at his own resolve towards loyalty. At least not without Shawn Erik thought. Kris was more or less moral support throughout their journey. All they had needed was a new battery for the restoration to be complete, which they ordered online. The arrival wasn't due till the next day but it came early. Erik and Dean were hanging out talking about the classic muscle car when it arrived. No words were needed. The battery practically installed itself.
"C'mon man! We can just take it around the block and then put it back exactly right here." Dean pleaded.
For a split second Erik's loyalty broke, just a split. He gave Dean with a 'should we do it?' sort of look. Recovering quickly Erik slightly shook his head to clear his evil thoughts.
"Not a chance brother. We can't do it."
"Hmf" Dean looked back to the shifting and let both hands relax on the wheel. He understood why they couldn't do it but hell, he definitely wanted to.
"I'll call them right now and get them over here."
Erik pulled out his phone to call Kris and Shawn. As he peeped at his notifications before calling the boys, Erik swore he was seeing Dean ever so slightly move the wheel in micro exaggerated movements as if he was racing the damn thing. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Dean was always a close friend. He was fiercely loyal and always easy to be around. The stalky guy was about 5'10 and 200lbs of muscle. They'd played football together in high school. Dean was a linebacker incarnate with blond hair, blue eyes, and a single track mind. An amazing friend.
Erik was 6'0, around 190 pounds, and in more than decent shape considering he hadn't worked out since he played football at the local community college 8 months ago. He played free safety. Erik was a handsome guy with defined facial features, wavy brown hair, and light brown eyes. He was by no means a male model and he knew it but he never had an issue with the ladies. It was in his eyes. The way he could looked at a girl with such intensity as if she was the only thing that mattered in this world. And he could do so on command.
Despite his genetically successful physical presence, he was a failure in those same eyes he got his mojo from. Erik was smart from a young age, always miles ahead of his peers growing up. So much so that he had to act like he wasn't to fit in and enjoy life. Not that it was of any difficulty, his social intelligence and ability to read people like a book at a glance was off the charts and was his guide throughout life. His self proclaimed failure didn't arise due to any self doubt in the mind. It came from his actions.
Drugs, truancy, lies, and deceit. Things of that nature was, well, his nature for years throughout his teens. This left him walking a disintegrating path. It wasn't until around 18-19 years old that he looked over his shoulder at the path his emotions guided him through to see nothing but ruble and ruin in his wake. Since then things had changed. He tried his best with all his will to become a good man in recent years. Ditching the begotten path and veering off towards a path of truth and accountability.
It wasn't easy looking back on all he did. Erik hurt his father and mother the most.
