“How’s your girlfriend?”
“She’s not my girlfriend. But of course, you knew that already.”
Maine chuckled, his eyes on the road. “I know.”
Scraps was a younger wolf, who had many different colors on his fur, the majority of them being red and cream. His tail was sky blue with a cream underside, and the outside of his ears were green. He very rarely spoke unless spoken to.
He and Maine were driving towards the city. They had been on the road for a good twenty minutes, riding in Maine’s ’69 Oldsmobile 442, another car from his collection of classic cars that he had restored and upgraded. The car purred as it hugged the winding roads of the forest. Scraps turned towards his older friend.
“So, out of all your friends that you could have spent time with, why did you want to spend it with me?”
“Because you know what happened, and you won’t bother me about it. It’s nice to have a friend who won’t go crazy trying to make me feel better.”
“You’re sure that it’s not because I am the quietest one and won’t talk about your problem much?”
Maine let a smirk slide across his face. “Well, there’s that, too.”
The car exited the woods, shining brightly as the sunlight bounced off the paint.
“Where are we going, anyways?”
“It scares me when you are secretive about these things. Makes me wonder if you’re setting me up for something.”
“Oh, come on, Scraps. I only did that to you once.”
“Twice. And it doesn’t matter. It always has me on edge now.”
“Well, I promise that I am not setting you up for a surprise this time.”
“Yeah. THIS time.”
Scraps stared out the window, watching the city lights wiz by as they went down the highway.
“Maine. I have a question for you.”
The older canine eyed the young wolf. “Okay. What is it?”
“When you are interested in a girl…and she is interested in you…how do you…you know…ask her out? I know it should be easy, but…”
Maine shook his head, focusing on the road again, shifting gears. “Trust me. It’s never easy. Even in the scenario that you just gave me, it’s not easy. But if you are really that interested in her, than just go for it. Speak from your heart. If you can’t do that, then don’t even try.”
The younger canine snorted. “Speak from my heart. You make it sound easy.”
Maine leaned his head back as he let out a laugh. “Like I just said, it’s not easy. Love is a tough subject, man. But sense it’s NOT easy, all you can really do is ask her out. I mean, if you wait too long, someone else will sweep in and ask her out. Make your move sooner than later.”
“But…what if she says ‘no’?”
“That’s a bit of a fuzzy subject. However, I can tell you one thing that you shouldn’t do.”
Scraps turned his head, focusing on the older wolf. “And what’s that?”
Maine shifted gears, eyes still glued to the road. “Don’t give up. If she says ‘no’ the first time, then wait a bit, and then ask her again. Do this a few times. If she does not show any signs of actually changing her mind, then she isn’t the right choice.”
“But…what if I can’t find another like her?”
“Trust me. There is someone out there for you. It will hurt for a bit, yes. But you will find a wonderful girl someday. And besides, who says she will say ‘no’? She might say ‘yes,’ and all this worrying will be for nothing.”
“I-I’ll try. Tomorrow. I’ll ask her tomorrow.”
A smile slowly revealed itself on the wolf’s blue lips, his eyes changing their focus to Scraps for a split-second. “That’s the spirit.”
Scraps smiled. His smile slipped away as he looked outside the car, ears twitching. “Uh, Maine? Where are we?”
Slowly, the car turned into a driveway, leading to a wired gate. Inside the gate was an airport with an extremely long airstrip. On that airstrip were several cars, their drivers talking and drinking.
Scraps jumped as he heard tires squealing. He looked around for the source of the screaming of tires. He could see two cars racing down the runway, past a pair of flags. He turned to Maine as he heard him chuckle.
“Welcome to Racer Heaven. An abandoned airport where racers compete to find who is the fastest.”
“W-what are we doing here?!”
“Isn’t it obvious?” The wired gate slowly slid open, allowing the Oldsmobile to creep through. “We’re here to race.”
The car crept to a stop as they approached the other cars. Maine slowly shut off the engine, grinning widely as he faced Scraps.
Maine slowly opened up his door, Scraps doing the same, both stepping out and closing their doors. A yellow Labrador walked up to Maine, smiling grabbing his hand and pulling him in close, patting his back with his free arm.
“Maine! Glad you could make it!”
“You know I wouldn’t miss this for anything.” The wolf slowly took his hand back, pointing at his companion. “This is my pal, Scraps. He’s here to visit.”
The lab smiled, holding his fist towards Scraps. “Nice to meet ya. Name’s Max.”
“N-nice to meet you,” replied the timid wolf, gently pounding the mutt’s fist with his own.
The lab laughed, looking back at Maine.
“Man. You really like bringing people here, don’t you? First that girl, now this guy.”
Maine’s eye lowered, his smile fading away. “Yeah.”
Max noticed this, frowning a bit. He then eyed the car, chuckling.
“Brought the 442 back, huh?”
The older canine chuckled, a smiling returning to his lips, looking at his car. “Yep. Sure did.”
“Are you sure you want to use that car? Last time, you didn’t even want to do more than one run with it.”
“Yeah. I replaced the fan system. I also made a few other modifications. It will run longer and faster. I will remain undefeated.”
The young dog laughed. “You still have to run against my Supra. I made a few tweaks. I’ll smoke you!”
“Well, we’ll find out tonight. Just remember that during the big race tonight, you are losing more than just your money. You’re losing your pride.”
“Yeah, right! You will lose more pride when I finally beat you tonight, making your score finally imperfect.”
Maine smiled. “We’ll see. I’ll go smoke some poser’s until then. Can you do me a favor and show my friend the ropes?”
Max looked at the young wolf, smiling. “Sure!”
“Great! Now, if you two will excuse me…” Maine slowly opened his car door, stepping inside. “…I will be making money.” He closed the door, turning the key, the engine roaring to life. As he drove off, he looked in the rearview mirror, smiling as he saw Max and Scraps chatting.
As they watched the car drive off, Scraps turned to Max.
“Yeah. Almost everyone here has money to waste. So they do it in stakes races. Most of the races have small winnings. About $1,000 per race. Later in the day, the winnings go to $5,000 per race. But the last race is where it’s at.”
“H-how much is the last race worth?”
Max grinned. “Four cars racing, each driver putting up $10,000. Do the math.”
Scraps mouth opened wide. “The winner of the race gets $30,000?!”
“That’s right. Now come on. I’ll show you around.” The lab slowly walked of, the wolf following closely.
“Just one last question: is Maine really undefeated?”
Max grimaced. “Yes. But tonight, that changes. I will win. Now come on. We’ll get you some food.”
As they walked towards the coolers that were all stacked together, Scraps could hear the sound of Maine’s car racing down the straightaway. He wished Maine luck, and then followed closely to Max, ready for a drink.