A SECRET AGENT
A GANG MEMBER
AN ILLEGAL RACER
CAN YOU BE ALL?
Earth is a secret agent whose only job is to catch the organizer of the monthly Midnight Race
Mix is the winner of every Midnight Race...until now
"How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said."
- Victor Hugo
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Birds singing was the first thing Mix have registered when he woke up from deep and peaceful sleep. The warm sensation of morning sun rays dancing on his skin through the open window was the second. The smell of something deliciously sweet tickling his nose from the kitchen was the third. And the annoying beeping of his phone was the last and definitely his least favourite.
Mix groaned and opened his eyes, supporting himself up by his forearms. Earth's side of the bed was empty as Mix expected after he smelled the cooking from the kitchen. He looked at the bedside table, but then he realized that that's not where his phone was. His phone was in his pants, and his pants were...somewhere.
A light blush crept its way on Mix's cheeks when he remembered what happened last night. He bit his lip and looked all over the floor, quickly locating his poor pants thrown near the left front leg of the bed. He rolled his body over so he could stretch his hand and get to his pants, fishing up the phone.
With the phone safely in his hands, he cuddled up back in bed. He grabbed a pillow from Earth's side of the bed, which smelled like him, making Mix smile in content and hugging it tightly. He laid on his stomach, head on the pillow, and with a tired yawn, he finally looked at all the messages he was getting from non-other than Win.
Morning, best bro!
How was the night?
Did you have fun?
Don't you have anything you wanna share?
Are you still sleeping?
I get it. You must be tireddddd.
Mix groaned, "great, I will never hear the end of this." He dialled Win's number, and the phone started ringing...
"Well, good morning. Do we have the energy for a phone call?"
Mix could practically see Win smirking from the other side of the line. He rolled his eyes, "morning, how's Edin?"
"Bright has been paying more attention to him than to me, so I'm sure he is great. But don't try to run away from the topic...so tell your best friend, how was your first time, hmm?"
Mix chuckled, "I'm not gonna tell you anything...especially not through the phone."
"Oh ho hoo, so it did happen. Good to know, good to know," Win laughed.
"Win, I swear you are so weird sometimes."
"I'm just happy for you, Mix. We should meet at the club and have a chat."
