Fly (DSMP)

Two

Sapnap knew his friends played by the twelve block rule, but the issue was, another biking group in Vegas that their group didn't quite get along with also played by that same twelve block rule.

That was going to be a bit of an issue.

The two groups had only run into each other once or twice, having little to no interaction between one another.

Sapnap knew Dream was in contact with the "leader" of the second group and Sapnap knew his name was George. The two would usually plan races around one another's schedule , but apparently the two haven't been on the best of terms lately, so there was a more than likely chance for them to run into one another tonight.

"You know the rules," Bad started, looking specifically at Molly. She smirked slyly, flipping her hair around before securing her helmet on her head. Bad shook his head, but started up his bike anyway.

"Race the twelve blocks, then meet back at the fountain, got it?" Dream asked, each of them nodded.

Sapnap could hear Punz counting down, just loud enough for them all to hear, before he hit the number one and they and all taken off.

Once again Sapnap was feeling the thrill of the wind managing to slip inside his jacket, but this time with the adrenaline of chasing and being chased and the constant threat that the police could be called at any moment.

He was counting the blocks as shops, club and signs flew by. Three blocks down, nine to go.

Then it happened, cue the dramatic drumroll. The thing Sapnap dreaded most. Dream was leading. Of fucking course he was leading. But that wasn't the part he was concerned about. Dream had put up his hand. His left and to be exact.

What did that signal?

They had run into them. Of all the nights it had to happen, fate chose this night. No fair, Sapnap was in a close third already.

Immediately, the other four slowed down, pulling over to the side of the road.

Dream was already off his bike and arguing with George about his messed up schedule and how they had been planning this race for weeks. "Then why did you put it off so long?" Sapnap heard George shout.

George was a shortish man, standing at around 5'9". Well, short compared to Dream, that man was fucking huge.

Sapnap sighed and flipped down his kick stand, taking off his helmet and placing it in between his handle bars, watching the argument unfold.

His eyes grazed over some of George's friends. He noticed there were two women and three men, all ranging in different heights, but one boy with fluffy brown hair and a dark green denim jacket caught his eye.

His bike was an orange colour with random purple swirls littered all over any available surface.

His beautiful grey eyes met with Sapnap's. A pink tint, most likely from the crisp and ferocious wind, painted itself nicely on his face.

Then everything went silent.

The argument was over. Two loud men had solved their issues and they were on their merry way. Before he knew it, the fluffy-haired boy was gone.

Something in Sapnap's chest sunk that day.

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Probably proof read (yuppp peril to the rescue)

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