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Chapter 4

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Chapter 4






















"YOUR TYRES PUMPED?" I QUESTIONED AARON as he took his bike off the rack

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"YOUR TYRES PUMPED?" I QUESTIONED AARON as he took his bike off the rack. We had gotten all the way to the park for my excersize and for Aaron's training.

"Well I hope so, so you done quite a bit of biking?"

"A bit" I shrugged as I got on my bike.
"I find it the most fun out of all other types of excersize so I try to it often"

"Lucky you're not trying for the triathlon then"

"Thankfully" I mumbled.
"But if I wanted to i totally could" I giggled at his disbelieving look.
"My mother used to always say to me 'go big or go home'. So i'd like to think that I would do amazing"

"Your mother sounds smart" I smiled softly not wanting to correct him on how my mother was no longer alive because he most likely already knew that from my file. Which became more clear he knew by the sympathetic look on his face.

"Mh-hm" I hummed.
"So where we going?" Hotch didn't seem to mind the change in subject as he continued to speak.

"I usually go up to conneticut and through rock creek part and then back down 16th. Where's your helmet?"

"I can't use one, it'll mess up my hair" Aaron just gave me the biggest deadpan look, glancing up to my hair.

"You can't ride without a helmet"

"I'm a rebel remember? Okay, let's go. If we lose each other, we will meet at our coffee shop"

"Lose each other?" I thought we were gonna do this together" I let off a small scoff.

"My win is part of it" i started to ride off leaving Aaron behind me and he quickly got on his bike and followed me.

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