Thief With A Bike ~ Krii7y

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The next few weeks had little to do with Johns bike, which he wished wasn't the truth. Smii7y had been Johns only factor to keep up with what he was doing. He didn't want to lean off of Smit financially, despite Smit's insistence.  

John had been working, and keeping himself busy for awhile, he would drive his bike to and fro from work, but never did much else. When Smii7y told him to get ready because he just bought a new bike, and wanted to go for a ride with John on it. He couldn't say no.

So, John was sitting in his living room, giving his helmet a much needed polishing, and putting together his small backpack, which could only fit his wallet (which he didn't put in it, instead he only carried his credit card.) a few drinks, and a conceal carry. Something he always had on him. It also had his licence, and registration for his bike. Johns licence was no longer suspended, and so he carried it again.

When John heard a bike, definitely not Smii7y's usual, he looked out the window, and saw Smii7y, not his bike, but he'll see it later. He grabbed his bag, threw it over his shoulder, grabbed his helmet, and threw it on. Then he ran outside. John really wanted to ride a bike again, and was willing to go with Smii7y any hour... that he wasn't at work.

When he got outside he ran up to Smii7y.

"K, I'm here, let's go." John said, a little out of breath.

"Wow, someones excited." Smii7y said, happily.

Smii7y hadn't seen John in awhile, and they heavily bonded over their constant calls, and texts. Needless to say, Smii7y was just as excited.

"Anyways, I think your really going to like this one." Smii7y said with excitement in his tone.

John followed Smit, until they reached the street, and parked there was a brand new Kawasaki Ninja H2R. 'Holy shit' John had always wanted the fastest motorcycle in the world. 

"No fucking way." John was to stunned to yell, or even move.

"Yes fucking way." Smii7y said like a Smartass.

The motorcycle was clearly just out of shop with new adjustments, and hadn't seen the pavement beyond Smit riding here. The bike still had bought paint. A sleek black.

Not only that, but this was probably the first time John had ever seen Smit wearing proper gear... well, as proper as Smii7y could get. He was wearing a chest plate, and racing boots instead of his usual Vans. He wasn't wearing white either, it seemed he contemplated wearing white on a black bike, and wore black instead. He was wearing the same helmet though.

"I don't think I'm leaving it black." Smii7y said coolly "If I am, it's gonna be mat black."

John could see Smit's point. The shiny black made the bike look... Too outstanding, and like the bat mobile. But it's a bike. Bat mobike.

"What color were you thinking?" John asked, checking out the bike while Smit watched him carefully.

"Not sure yet, but not green. That's Tyler's color." 

"Orange?" John smirked under his helmet, and he was sure Smit could hear it in his voice.

"Not a terrible idea actually." Smii7y said truthfully. "It's not going to be fully orange, but I hate the frame being green." 

As the bike was still in stock colors, the frame was in fact, green. John could see why Smit hated it.

"Camo? Wrapping it? Painting it? Putting gems on it?" John asked.

Smii7y walked past John and hopped on his bike, pulling out his phone.

"Camo?" He asked without looking up. "If you mean green, or desert, hell no."