starts smiling. Like really, I can’t believe it! All men think alike, I swear. Cooper grabs a pillow from behind our seat in the truck, putting it in my lap. He flops his head down and puts his feet up on the door as he lays across the seat. My natural reaction is to hit him after his smart-ass comment, but instead I find myself running my fingers through his wet sweaty hair.
“Does it hurt?”
“What, my leg?”
“Yeah, what the hell else would I be talking about?”
“I don’t know.” He is looking up at me, smirking.
Then I do hit him; he deserves it. “Really, Coop? Focus, will ya?”
“It’s tender. But no biggie.”
“Well, you better shower then put some triple antibiotic on it.”
“Nope, not showering. Sorry!”
“Yeah, ‘cause you smell so good right now! You really are a brat, you know that?”
We spend the rest of the ride home listening to Ryan trying to sing songs from the radio, talking about how school’s going to start in the next week, and how they’re going to be racing just about every other weekend. It’s nice living where we do, so they could race pretty much throughout the whole year. The last week of summer flies by and soon we are walking into school as seniors.
Cooper
WE ARE ALREADY A COUPLE of months into our senior year. There have been a bunch of senior activities we’ve had to attend. I’ve been noticing a few guys from the football team taking a liking to Ansley, and when it comes to the ladies, neither Ryan nor I are lacking in that department, either. We just make sure our dates are done during the week, after our workouts; while our weekends are spent at a track. I’m seeing a little blonde quite regularly, while Ryan’s still playing from girl to girl. Not sure what’s happening with this one, but I like spending time with her. Though the couple of times I took her to races she complained about how dirty everything was, so I’m not sure it is going to last much longer. Bikes are my life, so if she isn’t on board with them and that part of me, well, it isn’t going anywhere. But during the week, we have fun. Well, come to think of it, we spend most of our time making out and skipping around the bases. She’s a giver, and I will never turn that down. So, I guess I’m a taker. But I return the favor enough too, so I’m not such an asshole.
Our weekends are spent at different tracks. We’re either racing or practicing. We’re both winning more and more races. Ryan has a couple more wins under his belt than I do. He’s a smooth rider and when he goes in for a pass, he does it the clean way, never dirty. Being approached by an owner of a local parts store who wants to sponsor us was amazing. He’ll supply us with our parts. In turn, we will wear the business name on our bikes and on our jerseys. We jump at the offer. Right after that, our hometown bike shop asks us if we want to make a deal with him, as well. What he wants is for us to ride his bikes. This is huge. We’re honored to think that we’re good enough to be asked. So, we start riding his brand new bikes but we are keeping our other ones for backups or practice. He knows if we win races riding his bikes, then most likely sales in the shop will go up, too. And that is exactly what started happening. His first two sales came after the first race, where we took first and second in both motos. Mr. Evans is helping us make the right choices where our incoming offers are concerned. Let’s face it; my father could care less. He just thinks I am wasting my time and money doing any of this.
Before we know it, it’s Thanksgiving. At my house, I’m pretty sure we’ll be doing the usual. When I ask Mom, I’m right as she says ‘dinner as always’. She seems annoyed that I even ask. Since I’m an only child and both of my parents’ immediate families live a distance away, it doesn’t surprise me at all. Ryan will be having dinner with his parents but other relatives will be
“Does it hurt?”
“What, my leg?”
“Yeah, what the hell else would I be talking about?”
“I don’t know.” He is looking up at me, smirking.
Then I do hit him; he deserves it. “Really, Coop? Focus, will ya?”
“It’s tender. But no biggie.”
“Well, you better shower then put some triple antibiotic on it.”
“Nope, not showering. Sorry!”
“Yeah, ‘cause you smell so good right now! You really are a brat, you know that?”
We spend the rest of the ride home listening to Ryan trying to sing songs from the radio, talking about how school’s going to start in the next week, and how they’re going to be racing just about every other weekend. It’s nice living where we do, so they could race pretty much throughout the whole year. The last week of summer flies by and soon we are walking into school as seniors.
Cooper
WE ARE ALREADY A COUPLE of months into our senior year. There have been a bunch of senior activities we’ve had to attend. I’ve been noticing a few guys from the football team taking a liking to Ansley, and when it comes to the ladies, neither Ryan nor I are lacking in that department, either. We just make sure our dates are done during the week, after our workouts; while our weekends are spent at a track. I’m seeing a little blonde quite regularly, while Ryan’s still playing from girl to girl. Not sure what’s happening with this one, but I like spending time with her. Though the couple of times I took her to races she complained about how dirty everything was, so I’m not sure it is going to last much longer. Bikes are my life, so if she isn’t on board with them and that part of me, well, it isn’t going anywhere. But during the week, we have fun. Well, come to think of it, we spend most of our time making out and skipping around the bases. She’s a giver, and I will never turn that down. So, I guess I’m a taker. But I return the favor enough too, so I’m not such an asshole.
Our weekends are spent at different tracks. We’re either racing or practicing. We’re both winning more and more races. Ryan has a couple more wins under his belt than I do. He’s a smooth rider and when he goes in for a pass, he does it the clean way, never dirty. Being approached by an owner of a local parts store who wants to sponsor us was amazing. He’ll supply us with our parts. In turn, we will wear the business name on our bikes and on our jerseys. We jump at the offer. Right after that, our hometown bike shop asks us if we want to make a deal with him, as well. What he wants is for us to ride his bikes. This is huge. We’re honored to think that we’re good enough to be asked. So, we start riding his brand new bikes but we are keeping our other ones for backups or practice. He knows if we win races riding his bikes, then most likely sales in the shop will go up, too. And that is exactly what started happening. His first two sales came after the first race, where we took first and second in both motos. Mr. Evans is helping us make the right choices where our incoming offers are concerned. Let’s face it; my father could care less. He just thinks I am wasting my time and money doing any of this.
Before we know it, it’s Thanksgiving. At my house, I’m pretty sure we’ll be doing the usual. When I ask Mom, I’m right as she says ‘dinner as always’. She seems annoyed that I even ask. Since I’m an only child and both of my parents’ immediate families live a distance away, it doesn’t surprise me at all. Ryan will be having dinner with his parents but other relatives will be
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