Disclaimer: Don't own Race or Sapphy. I stole Sapphy for her birthday, mwahahaha. I also don't own the song 'Cause the Chicks Dig It.' I can't think of the guy who sang it at the moment, but I heard the song this morning and was like "Yeah, that's Sapphy's birthday fic." so yeah. Hah. ;

'Cause the Chicks Dig It

1900-Race glanced over the railing of the fire escape. She was there. He grinned and got to his feet.

"Hey, Sapphy!"

She glanced up. "What, Race?"

"Lookit!" He climbed onto the railing and ruffled up his hair. "I's a rooster!" He tucked his hands under his arms, flapping. "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

Sapphy shook her head. "You's a fool."

Race continued to play on the railing, showing off and being silly.

The he fell.

Luckily, it was a fairly short fall, and he ended up breathless for a moment while Sapphy laughed at his Tom Foolery.

That was what it was all about.

The music was ripe, the colors flew, the laughter bounced off the ceiling like the wing-tipped shoes bounced off the floor. Sweat gleamed on Race's face as he skipped on the wood under his feet. Sapphy, her strawberry-blonde hair curled under her chin, danced beside him. "Sapph, watch this!"

"Oh boy, here we go." She rolled her eyes.

Race busted out of the circle into the center of the floor. He attempted to do a complicated move, but ended up tripping on his own feet and cracking his chin on the floor.

Sapphy laughed. "You idiot."

Race grinned. Mission accomplished.

"Race, are you nuts?" Sapphy demanded. "You can't do this."

"Oh, pshaw." Race grinned using his hands to slick his hair back. "It's easy, Sapph."

"Sorry, but I don't see how this is easy." She put her hands on her hips. "Jumping over ten trashcans on your motorcycle?"

"I can do it. Don't worry. Kiss for luck?"

She rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek. "Just don't die and I won't hate you."

"I won't," He assured as the helmet went over his head.

She couldn't help smiling as he puttered up to the ramp. She loved the cocky ones.

The steps outside the school were a favorite of the skateboarders. After school, they would be covered with kids in neon colors and Converse shoes; the courtyard would fill with the screech of metal on metal, of kids falling off the railing, of teachers screaming "You're gonna break your neck!"

"You're gonna break your neck!" Sapphy screeched as Race ignored her and leapt onto the railing yet again.

"I'm fine!" He insisted, right before he lost his balance and fell onto the steps. As he sat up and shook his head, dazed, Sapphy smirked and said, "I told you so."

1999 -

The car revved and Race's grip on the steering wheel tightened.

Sapphy sighed. "Do you have to do this at every light?"

"It's part of owning a sports car."

She sighed and played with her hair. "Fine. Get yourself killed. It's okay, drag races are cool!"

"Stop mocking me, woman!" He pushed his hair out of his face and revved the engine again. The car next to them revved as well, and when the light turned green, both cars shot forward. Sapphy felt smushed against the carseat.

"Yeah, this is impressive," she muttered.

Race smirked. "You know you love it!"

.::AUTHOR'S NOTE::.

Well, that was random. Ahah, but it was fun. I hope Sapphy likes it. I've been kinda suffering from writer's block lately (glances at the threesome pr0n she wrote for keza's birthday um... that doesn't count). I blame school, heh. Anyway, yeah, her birthday's not till later, but happy birthday anyway, Sapphymidarlinglove!