I couldn't tear my eyes from his face, he looked a hell lot better than when we left for his mum, he looked as if his face was dipped in a honey pot.
He flashed me a million-dollar smile and I smiled back trying to hid the nervousness in my stomach.
"Aw, how good of you for waiting." Downey cooed as he sat beside me reaching for a controller.
With no second thought, I shoved the fact that I eavesdropped on his conversation with his mother behind my mind, in the city of forgettable thought.
The moment the screen revealed the tracks we were hooked to the marrow. Moving unconsciously along with the car behind the screen like we were physically in it. Downey and I exchanged few comments. —gotcha right in the tracks. You can do better loser. Don't chill out piss butt. Get on track and o
