(A/N: Last race! But not the last chapter ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) So, without reading forward, any guesses on who's gonna win?)

Scar was the only person Bdubs would talk to in the morning. He knew that everyone would have heard his fight, and there were probably people who thought he had overreacted.

And in hindsight, he thought he had overreacted. But Bdubs didn't want to admit that. What Doc did was wrong, but Bdubs was also being extra.

The two teams ate their breakfast and prepared their vehicles under a tense awkwardness. Xisuma finally worked up his courage to ask Bdubs if he was still up for the competition.

"I wanna win still." He said in a quiet voice. "I don't wanna disappoint my team."

Scar came up from behind him, "You wouldn't be disappointing any of us, Bdubs. Just-" Scar picked his next words carefully. "-It's your day to drive. I know you get distracted easily when you're... sad. Should you really be driving?"

"And there's extra stress because today's the tiebreaker and D-"

Bdubs made a half-hearted dismissive gesture. "I'll be fine."

And with that he sulked over to the van.

Scar glanced back at Xisuma, "I'll make sure nothing happens."

Xisuma gave tired smiled, "Thank you... This was not what I thought would happen on this trip."

"Yeah, me neither. Last night was... something." Scar glanced concernedly at his teams grey-blue van, "I've never seen Bdubs that mad."

Xisuma nodded. "I hope him and Doc will be okay."

"Me too."

---

Scar plopped himself into the shotgun next to Bdubs. "Everyone ready to go?"

Bdubs nodded. Scar turned to the backseat, where Zedaph was attack-hugging Tango, and Impulse was trying to pry Zed's arms off the flustered blond. "How about you three?"

"IMPULSE GET HIM OFF HE'S-" Tango gasped, "DID YOU JUST GRAB MY PHONE? HOW??"

Scar chuckled, "I think they're fine."

Bdubs started the car, and vroomed away from the checkpoint quicker than the other team, which caught Zedaph's attention.

"Hey, we're in front of the other team! We might be able to win this!" Zedaph grinned. He managed to push past the tense awkwardness and say something to Bdubs. "Nice driving Double0!"

Scar thought he saw something of a smile on Bdubs' lips. "Thanks Zed."

"Hey wait-" Impulse sat up in his seat, "Today's day five. It's the last day-"

"Oh yeah!" Tango said, "Today's the tiebreaker!"

Bdubs' something-of-a-smile slipped away as discreetly as it had appeared. "That's alotta pressure huh.." He muttered.

Before Scar could say anything about it, Tango continued. "Who's driving on the other team?"

Zedaph shrugged, "Who cares, it's not like theyre gonna win anyways!"

"Ayyy!"

"Ayyy!" Zedaph threw his arms back around Tango and said, "ANYWAYS, WHERE WERE WE?"

"NOOOOOO!!!"

Scar and Impulse laughed, them the former glanced out the window. He wondered, if he squinted, if he'd be able to see the other teams driver through the side mirrors on the van.

---

Doc didn't mean too. Really. He wasn't driving because of his whole 'one-up Bdubs' thing. He was driving because he was the only person left on his team who hadn't driven yet, simple.

Doc felt bad about what he had said, but he knew that both him and Bdubs were in the wrong. And on top of that, he couldn't stop thinking about the last thing Bdubs had told him:

"No matter what, whatever this is.. it won't work. It can't work. We can't know eachother."

Doc hated Bdubs for saying that. Doc hated Bdubs for not being willing to try. And most of all, Doc hated Bdubs for making him want exactly what he can't have.

But the german couldn't focus on that right now, because he was driving. Win first, mope later, at three AM when he's back home in his own bed.

It was a pretty uneventful drive for a while, with team two winning but team one closing in on them fast...

Later, both teams were nearing the finish line, and basically neck n' neck. While the vehicles were right next to eachother, Bdubs thought it would be a good idea to quickly glance over, see who he's going up against because he got no answer earlier.

He looked off the road for a fraction of a second. His eyes widened. He began to shake.

---

Doc hadn't known Bdubs had glanced over at him until the first small swerve.

*VrrrrooOM*

Team two's van came dangerously close to scathing team one's van. Ren, who was in shotgun, jumped, "HOLY SHIT- WHAT THE HELL IS BDUBS DOING-"

Usually, when you're driving, if someone yells anything in a panicked tone, you will freak out. It's just a drivers instincts to react.

"WHAT-?" Doc had to restrain himself from taking a glimpse of their neighboring vehicle. "Is he okay??"

Iskall and Grian climbed over Mumbo in the backseat to see what the commotion was. Ren pressed himself to the window. "Bdubs looks absolutely traumatized! He's like- OH MY GOD HE'S SWERVING AGAIN-"

After another terrifyingly close call, Doc realized, "Give him time, he's gonna drive right into us-"

"He- he is!" Grian exclaimed, "Look at him, he's shaking so much!"

The gears in Doc's mind churned.

He's skaking. Doc realized, At the firepit, he was shaking. Then he zoned out. The marshmallow. The fire. Oh my god.

"Ren- Ren does he know I'm driving?" Doc asked frantically, as Bdubs' driving became more and more chaotic.

"Uhm.. I- I notICED- I noticed him look over like- a minute ago--" Ren said, clutching the sides of his seat. "whY-?"

"He gets in his head when he's nervous!" Doc explained, quickly glancing in his rear-veiw mirror, And this time he might genuinely go down in flames because of it.

---

Now, back to the first swerve. In the other car, everyone was panicked. Disorganized. Terrified.

Everytime the car tumbled or turned, everyone screamed. You'd think that if four people in less than a 3 foot radius around you screamed at the top of their lungs every five seconds, you'd notice. Not Bdubs. The little guy was out of it. He was being about as observant as a brick wall.

While Scar frantically tried to collect himself and get Bdubs' attention, Zedaph made an impulsive decision. He was in his flight or flight mode, and his mind was telling him over and over, This could be it.

"TANGO!" He gripped the shorters shoulders.

"ZED I-"

"TANGO, I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!"

Tango's eyes widened, blush rushing to his cheeks. "Wha-"

"I DON'T KNOW WHY I ADMITTED THAT I-" Zedaph shook his head, "IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD TIME!"

"A good ti- BDUBS MIGHT BE ABOUT TO CRASH THIS VAN, ZEDAPH!"

"EXACTLY." Once again, Zedaph acted on impulse. He cupped Tango's face and kissed him. "AND I'M NOT GONNA DIE WITHOUT THAT."

"Touching, really, you two! You took long enough." Scar yelled, "BUT WHATEVER BDUBS IS DOING I CANT SEEM TO MAKE HIM STOP!"

Impulse leaned over Scars seat and asked, "He's just zoned out and shaking really bad?!"

"Yeah!"

"WAIT-" Zedaph leaned forward too, hitting his head on the side of Bdubs' chair when the brunet swerved again, "SCAR! D-do that thing that that Ren and Iskall did!"

Scars eye lit up. He dove over and gripped Bdubs' hands on the wheel, steadying the freckled boys hold. As that happened, team one's van disappeared from veiw.

...

Bdubs blinked. He felt Scar's hands driving on top of his. He heard Impulse say somthing along the lines of "--going steady--" And he saw Doc slam on the brakes, letting his team zoom past the finish line.

I'm not against Doc. I'm not driving the final stretch. It's not all on me. Bdubs sighed, I'm okay.

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Well wasn't that a rollercoaster of emotions.

STAY SAFE AND WELL HYDRATED *PASSES WATER BOTTLES AND LOVE <3* AND PLEaSE DO NOT GET TOO HURT BEING BONKED WITH WATER BOTTLES

Buh bye o/