FRIDAY NIGHT FUNKIN: 𝗘𝗻𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗢𝗳 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴 [ON HOLD]

Friday [EVENING]

I was surprised when Pico offered me a place to stay, although I had secretly wondered why he didn't just offer his place. I didn't want to just show up at his friends house and announce myself to them. But Pico seemed perfectly relaxed as he walked out of the club and went too the parking lot.

"So... Where's your car?" I asked looking at the different and brightly colored car's lined up in their parking spaces, he gestured to a bright orange motorcycle, an electric one to be precise. There was a black and orange modular helmet to match it attached to the seat (and another one which was all black). I had to admit, this motorcycle fit him. It fit his personality.

He grabbed the helmet and put it on, then getting on the motorcycle and gesturing for me to get on with him. I did so, putting the spare helmet on and wrapping my arms around his waist. "You ready?" he asked, the motorcycle itself stayed silent, not the usual sound I was used too. "Yeah but who's your- WHOA!" I was interrupted by the sudden rush of wind, we we're already on the road out of the parking lot. The turn dipped a bit more than usual but it was expected since I was present.

"What we're you saying?" Pico asked keeping straight and within the boundaries as to not hit any cars. "I-I was just going to ask who's your friend?" I repeated, surprisingly I could hear him easily. But his voice was coming from inside my helmet, must be bluetooth or something. 

"Well, he's a friend of a friend. His name's Hex, right now I know he's a big fan of basketball. But he's a nice guy." I smiled to myself, I had taken up basketball a while ago but it never sparked anything within me. Maybe this was my second chance. Pico made another left turn and stopped at the hotel I was staying at. I hopped off, removed my helmet, and ran inside to go pay.

Thankfully there was a different person there so they didn't take it to harshly, I went upstairs to my room and grabbed my suitcase then ran back out to Pico. He frowned at the suitcase, probably wondering how the hell this was going to work. 

"Maybe I can just loop it on my arm?" I asked, Pico shrugged seeming to like the idea. "As long as it works, and we don't get run over." I laughed at his remark and did just that, putting my helmet back on and getting back into position. We zoomed off again, it still surprised me at how this motorcycle made absolutely no sound. 

With the wind rustling my clothes, I couldn't help but wonder what this Hex was like. And why Pico had taken it upon himself to help me, but either way I was thankful.