Gacy
Crow, or Gacy as he was commonly known, rested his hands on the edge of the muscle car's hood. The Shelby GT500 was something of a pet project for him. The other would come by, chat, correct, or offer advice as he fiddled with the Shelby's mechanics. Soon, all of his hard work would be put to the test, but today, he had to get to the drag to support Nico. He hopped in the Shelby, and drove off.
At the drag, Gacy strode up behind Mina, stepping into line next to her. They'd been the closest of friends for years, so long Gacy couldn't remember a time not knowing her. He only had memories of walking home together, getting scrapes and cut together, and most recently, living together. Despite this, Gacy felt wrong next to her, as if he'd done something wrong. They'd started hooking up only recently, it hadn't affected their friendship. Yet. Gacy was sure it could only last so long, but he didn't want to lose either relationship he had with her. He almost reached out to hold her hand, touch her hair, but that felt unfamiliar. He opted for a "Hey," instead. They were both here to support Nico, the trio had been living together for a while, and at times, Gacy felt like they were a family. The illusion broken often by him blowing up at Nico, Mina, or kicking another hole in the walls.
August 23rd, 2018 at 03:22am