Slow and steady wins the race [serena/open]

[james tiberius kirk]

JAMES

TIBERIUS KIRK*[/right][/i][/size]

James was suiting up this saturday morning, he had ran into some street punk the night before at the club, and being rather intoxicated he promised him a race. Well after the whole bar fight type of thing, which James was getting known for recently. Though this man knew how to hold his own in a fight, and really he was pretty good at it since a young age much like his driving skills. So James wasn't really worried about this, that and he just equipped some new enhancements on his red mustang. Getting out of bed he pulled on a blue long sleeve shirt on over his head, and some jeans. Simple, casual like he liked it. Running his hands through his hair he grabbed his keys and walked down the stairs whistling as he threw his keys up and caught them repeatedly.

Stopping to look in a mirror on the way out he noticed a bruise on the tip of his jaw, and with his free hand ran his fingers along it. Wincing ever so slightly at the tenderness he was already familiar with. Shrugging it of he turned and headed out the door, closing it quietly behind him. Most people wondered where his parents were after every fight, race, late night, but the truth was it was only him and his aunt. An aunt that was gone about 90% of the time so in a way he lived on his own, and he didn't mind it. It allowed him a place to get away from everything, or bring a few people over female friends. But James had promised to turn over a new leaf here, and though it was difficult he was going to try his best to live up to it. Opening his car door he slid into the drivers seat, his hands gripping the wheel as he settled in, shut the door and turned the key in the ignition. His car hummed to life beautifully, and that was what put a smile on his face as he buckled his seat belt and drove of of the drive way.

It was then as he was driving that his hang over hit him, his head starting to slowly develop a headache. mother....**** he thought placing a hand over his temples before trying to forget the pounding in his head and focus on driving. He really needed to stop promising things when he was drunk, it never lead to anything good. Well usually. He smirked at the thought, but still drove towards the meeting place of his rival. till he was surprised to see the little shit that challenged him, a junior by the looks of it. James rolled his eyes as the memory of that night started to replay itself. The kid was bulky for a junior though, and when he noticed James he smirked and got in his car. James smiled and pulled up next to him. Decided to show up eh?

[/color] the guy chuckled and James shrugged, Well actually I was on my way to the store, but since I'm here...[/color]

knock it off with that mouth of yours. First one to the park wins, the green light will start the race.[/color] James saluted and leaned back in his car, pulling out to the street. The other car pulled up beside him and roared his engine three times. James returned one long one, and one short one which in his car language was bring it on, bitch. When the green light signaled both cars raced forward. Luckily it was seven in the morning, otherwise the other cars might prove as an obstacle. James expertly turned the first corner. Though a flash of blue showed the other car had zoomed placed him. James hit the steering wheel, and looked over his shoulder before suddenly turning into an alley. His car barely fitting between the buildings without getting scratched.

It was a short cut, he was sure of it. At least he hoped so, speeding up he bulleted out of the alley and slid right in front of the other car. His eyes darting back from the road before him and his rear view mirror. Making a sharp turn he zoomed down the street towards the park, and expertly swerved ext to the side walk and parked. The blue car honked as the guy inside flipped him off, but drove off. James laughed and unbuckled his seat belt before getting out of his car. Leaning in he grabbed a carton of water and walked over to the hood of his car. Popping open the hood, he looked over the engine. Yup all it needed was some water to cool it down. Setting down the carton he went back to his car to grab his grease shirt, not a greaser shirt but an old shirt he used in his car to keep grease from getting on his hands. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub]

[serena van der woodsen]

Seven a.m. was pretty early for the van der Woodsen girl, but Serena was trying to start over new. And what better way to start off a new lifestyle than an early morning walk through the park?

The fresh, cool air was invigorating. It made her feel alive again. This new school was definitely the best decision Serena’s mom had ever made for her, even if it did mean she had to see Chuck’s face every day. She wasn’t going to let his sieving plans ruin this for her.

Just as Serena was to walk out of the park and head back to the school, she noticed two cars racing quickly towards her, but just as she was about to run for it, the red car stopped on the edge of the sidewalk while the blue car continued on, giving the other guy the finger.

Serena couldn’t help but laugh as her racing breath came back to a normal speed. She watched as the boy driving the red mustang exited his car. She didn’t recognize him, not that she knew very many people in this town anyway. However, she was used to new places and meeting new people with all the times she’s left the city to ‘start over new.’ He seemed kind of cute too, ‘you’re not here to meet boys you’re here to start over.’ But she needed to make friends too right? And what was wrong with making friends with boys?

“You gave me quite a scare there,” Serena said with a smile, walking towards James. “I thought you were going to drive straight through the park.” Serena resisted leaning against the shiny red car. ‘No flirting, she thought to herself loudly.