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[indent][indent][color=gray]Tires peeled against the asphalt as Chris sped his KTM Super Duke down Washington Avenue, away from his home. It wasn’t the nicest bike on the streets, but it was his. Back when the cycle was originally manufactured two years ago, it would have cost about as much as a mid tier sedan, but Chris bought her for only a few hundred bucks via Craigslist. The seller warned that she wasn’t pretty and she didn’t run, but she might be good for selling parts. 

The seller was an idiot. 

He was some trust fund baby who wrecked his bike and didn’t know his way around a wrench enough to fix it himself. Worse yet, he would rather spend his daddy’s hard-earned money buying a newer model rather than pay for repairs. One boy’s trash was another man’s treasure though, so you wouldn’t hear Chrysler complaining. He had big plans for his steal of a purchase, which included putting the skills he had been learning at trade school to good use. With a little elbow grease, love, and many late nights spent cursing in the garage when the parts he ordered didn’t work, Chris finally got the bike street ready the summer before his junior year. He even got it a new paint job, black and blood orange. With a few more months of tinkering, it was race ready. That was the best part, giving those rich kids a run for their money — quite literally — in a motorcycle that he didn’t put more than a few grand and a year’s worth of manual labor into.

One of those rich kids he was giving a run for his money, however, ended up being one of his best friends to date. AJ Tyler. They might have only known each other for just under two years, but they had become fast friends. The years didn’t matter… they just [i]got[/i] each other, ya know? It helped that Chris didn’t go to that cesspool of a drama academy — BHHS. Between his best friend’s and his girlfriend’s stories about what went down in those halls, Chris was never more glad to be a delinquent from the darker side of the sunny city.

Speaking of AJ, Chris was speeding down the road towards the In-N-Out where he and all of Chris’ other gearhead friends were meeting up prior to their grand road trip. Chris would be lying if he didn’t say he was jealous. He was. But he had shit to do now that he somehow managed to snag a highschool diploma. Against all odds and whatnot. His moms would only put up with him skulking around the house for so long, he had to get a job and move out. Out… and hopefully [i]in[/i] with his blonde bombshell of a girlfriend. He hadn’t popped that particular question yet, though. Plans in the making.

[color=5C6F8E][b][i]Not just hell’s favorite harlot, Gwennie.[/i][/b][/color] Chris thought to himself as he listened to his girl trail out before introducing the next song on her radio station. God, did she have a voice for radio. As smooth and sensual as melted chocolate on a fresh strawberry. A voice for radio, a face for heartbreak, and a body for porn — goddamn, he was lucky, even if he never let the world see that he thought that. The punk rock speedster shook his head as she publicly announced their recent nautical tryst and called him Chrys — not Chris — because she just [i]loved[/i] to push that no-full-name envelope. She pushed the envelope because she knew Chris would let her, hell, she could bulldoze the whole damned post office if she wanted.

Chris pulled his bike into a compact parking spot at the fast food burger joint and killed the engine. He recognized a few of the parked cars. Inside, his friends awaited, including his best friend, whom he was most definitely in the doghouse with for having to sit out on the trip. Responsibilities, bro, responsibilities! The leather-clad biker ordered a double-double meal with fries and a lemonade before meeting up with his crew. He sat down in the booth next to Aleks and Yessi and across from AJ while he waited for his order.

[color=5C6F8E][b]“Sup, fuckers?”[/b][/color] He addressed the trio nonchalantly before reaching to snag a fry from AJ’s tray. [color=5C6F8E][b]“What’s up with that face, you thinkin’ bout how you gonna miss me, baby?”[/b][/color] Chris teased AJ before chomping down on a fry. Yeah, so he was pushing buttons a little, at least it might get his mind off of the twink, who was undoubtedly the real source of any distress masked behind that cheesy grin.
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