"Dude, can we do something?" I asked as I shoved my face into my hands.

"Babe, what do you want to do?" Mike wrapped his arms around me.

"Something." I just don't know, if we're gonna be real.

Mike turned on the TV, and news showed up.

Yay, my favourite cartoon.

"This just in, three of our runners are out, injured for the Olympics. We have no other options, besides to ask y'all. Dial 1-800-514-5779, to compete in the running Olympics for the U.S.A.!" The news reporter said.

"Hey, something to do, eh?" Mike offered.

"Sure, three punks running the fucking Olympics." I jokingly say.

Mike grabbed our phone (his, not ours) and called the number.

Before I know it, we're set up to run for the Olympics.

"Are we seriously gonna get Tré to do this?" I ask.

"Of course!" Mike had a big grin on his face.

"We have no experience ru-"

"Bitch, please. You literally run around screaming on stage, we have experience." Mike half joked.

"Yeah, but are we gonna win?" I point out.

"Maybe, I don't know." Mike shrugged.

"Ok, I'm in," I say.

"You were already in before you even said you were." He stuck his tongue out.

"True that-"

Mike grabbed me and pulled me into a passionate kiss.

--the next day

"So why are we joining the Olympics?" Tré asked as we prepared to practice.

We're literally gonna be three punk rockers running the Olympics for America. They ain't gonna make us wear actual running clothes.

My skinny black jeans stuck to my legs as we ran. I nearly tripped over some rocks, but that didn't slow me down.

Wearing converse isn't ideal, but- i am anyway.

Mike is wearing his purple vans, and Tré is wearing his pink converse.

Me? Blue converse, with a black bottom.

Tré decided to wear a Tu-tu with a green shirt and a black tie. His Tu-tu is rainbow coloured.

Mike is wearing his black pants with the line of red on the side, and a Metallica tank top. Shirt technically, he cut the sleeves off of the shirt.

And I'm wearing my black skinny jeans, paired (fancy words being used for once in my life) with my black shirt that says stupid with an arrow pointing up at me (yes I have one in white as well), and a red tie.

My pink hair brushed against the air as I placed second place in our race, Tré in last.

We continue to practice until the sunsets.

Mike and I grab each other's sweaty hands, and the three of us walk to my house.

I walk into the bathroom, close the door, forgetting to lock it, and hop into the shower.

*Knock knock*

"Babe?" Mike asked.

He opened the door.

"Oh hi, baby." He walked over to me, stripping himself naked.

"Hey," I wave, the water dripping down my body.

Mike enters the shower and shoves me onto the wall.

His lips met mine, and his hands traveled to my dick.

He grabbed it, and moved his hands fast on it.

I moaned.

The night went on, us fucking in the shower.

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