Thief With A Bike ~ Krii7y

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"John, you don't need to be nervous." Smii7y said once Grizzy had left. Turns out he's a pretty cool dude, being a professional racer himself. The only reason he was pit crew this year was because he won for 4 years straight, and was banned from participating this year for fairness.

"Your only problem should be shifting, and even then, you know what to do." Smii7y continued when John didn't answer him. "John, I wouldn't put you on a bike I knew you couldn't handle." That's sweet of him to say.

"What if-." John was cut off abruptly.

"There's no 'what ifs'. You'll be fine, it's a little race for fun, just think of it that way." Smii7y patted his shoulder. He brought Matt's H2 over beside him, and it was still running. It's hum was calming, while the H2Rs was aggressive, and induced fear.

"I won't be mad if you lose, actually I'll be proud because you tried." Smii7y tried to reassure again. John couldn't figure out why he was so anxious about few second race.

"I'm sorry Smit."

"For what?"

"Not answering you."

"Nah, it's fine, it's your first time, you'll get used to it after awhile. New bike, new sport." Smii7y was so close to John, the temptations were hard to fight.

"Wanna see something cool?" Smii7y dug in his pocket for a second, before holding up his phone. Cool.

"Do I get to see all your contacts?" 

"No, John, be patient for a second." Smii7y said, only looking at him for a second. "Can you see it?" Just as he said that his helmet flickered red, and Smii7y started laughing.

"I forgot I was wearing your helmet. What did you put on my visor?"

"It's a secret."

"Smii7y."

"Oh my full name, I'm in trouble huh?"

"The fuck did you put on my visor?"

"Nothing." Johns visor flashed again. Bitch.

"How much gas you got?" Smit said as he leaned in front of John to look at how much fuel was in the tank. He then proceeded to killswitch him.

"Asshole."

"Well top it up when we leave."

"I need some top." John just now realized what he said, and how loud he said it. Fuck he was stupid.

"Thought you said you were a top, John. Wouldn't let a twink like me top you, would you?" Fuck Smii7y and his tendency to do stupid shit.

"Maybe." was all John said as he waddled over to the track after his number was called. Lucky number 07.

Smii7y gave him a thumbs up before taking off to wherever he thought was the best place to watch.

So much for being with him the whole way.

As soon a John came up to the track, it was almost as if he knew everything. He suddenly had the courage to do it, and all anxiety washed away. He was in the moment now, and he isn't going to back out at this stage.

John looked slowly over to the Panigale, the bike wasn't all too spectacular besides its speed. It looked like a Ducati, and sounded like one. Its paint was still stock colors, and John could see why, he quite liked the Ducati red.

When John looked to the rider, he caught him staring too, but who wasn't? he could feel all the eyes on him from afar, and it only fuelled him. He suddenly had full confidence in his ability.