"Grab it, grab it. Before he finishes peeing." Carson snickered.
Michael grabbed hold of the red bike, dipping into the forest. With a grin plastered across his face, Carson followed after him. Michael donned sweatpants and a sagging t-shirt that branches would snag onto. Carson trailed behind, sporting blue jeans and a black sweatshirt. The two crept to the edge of the hill, holding the bike, attempting to contain their laughter.
"Okay, on the count of three, toss it," Carson said, grabbing the bike's back tire.
"Got it." Michael nodded.
"3. 2. 1."
The two hurled the bike, watching with childlike wonder as it soared through the air. Michael's eyes widened when the bicycle slammed into a tree, sending leaves to the Earth. It violently tumbled down the hill before coming to a stop halfway in the stream. Water passed over the bike, with only the handlebars remaining unsubmerged.
"Oh, for God's sake." Damon sighed, rubbing his temples.
Damon appeared from behind them; he stood around 5'10 with smooth red hair and freckles. Carson burst out cacking, using a tree to prop himself up while Michael attempted to suppress his own laughter. Damon rolled his eyes, climbing down the hill.
"Screw you guys," Damon told them, flipping the two off.
"Eh, you love us." Carson smiled.
"You're still assholes, though."
"We know." Michael laughed.
Damon plunged into the water, which reached up to his waist. Michael and Carson promptly followed after him down the hill, standing on the stream's edge.
"Dude, you're getting soaked." Michael pointed out, crouching beside the water.
"Eh, I'll deal with it later. I'd like to get my bike out of the damn river first." Damon said, yanking on the handlebars.
"I'll help."
Michael carefully stepped on the stones above the water before making it to Damon's side.
"Just like when we did it to you, Mikey. Good times." Carson smiled.
"You know, throwing the bike is more fun." Damon scoffed.
"Yeah, we're throwing your bike in next," Michael smiled.
With one last jerk, Damon yanked his bike from the water. With it came a harsh snapping sound as Damon grasped the bike's broken handlebar.
"Oh shit, your dad is gonna beat your ass," Michael said.
"Whatever. Come on; it's swamp o'clock." Damon responded, tapping his empty wrist.
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Rekindling
Short Story"I haven't heard from you in years, and you just show up on my doorstep to rip my heart out one last time..." After years of being apart, Michael and Carson finally reunite. But with unspoken feelings and different ideologies, the two struggle to te...
