Thief With A Bike ~ Krii7y

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I can't believe I actually made a book this long! 

That's how John woke up to Smit's fluffy hair in his face.

Smii7y hadn't as much as breathed yet, and John was already panicking. 

What if-.

What if-.

Maybe he should tell his brain to shut the fuck UP. John's brain had been preventing him from getting this moment sooner, and it could kiss his ass for all he cared.

Maybe he should get that checked out? Constant paranoia, and anxiety is probably not good for him, even though he'd been rather care free this whole trip.

Smit shifted slightly, and tucked his face into the crook of John's neck.

Smit didn't seem to care, so why should he? Even if Smit was sleeping, that thought calmed John a bit.

Smit was so calm, and peaceful when he slept, but the constant turmoil, and pained aura never really left him. John hated that he couldn't figure out what Smit was blaming himself for, or what he was constantly angry over.

'What are you hiding?'

'What are you hiding from?'

He didn't seem overtly worried, only angry, only pained. It was clear he was fighting something, fighting to hide what was bothering him so much that it constantly seeped through the cracks of his concrete calmness.

But when Smit was sleeping, the solid calmness of his demeanour was no longer present, leaving only the anguish to surround his moving mind.

In other words, Smit didn't feel like he was sleeping, but he was, and it was an odd feeling that John had never felt before.

How could a man be so at war with himself, but always be so deathly calm?

Sometimes Smit was so calm it was choking, you felt restricted around him, and that's when you knew that the fighting was only getting worse.

"Smit." John said as he slowly patted the top of his head. He was practically petting him, but his hair was so irresistibly soft, he couldn't help it. 

"S-Hey!" John tried to wake Smit up again, but it turned out the first time worked, because he was interrupted by Smit  nipping at the nape of his neck, instead of a response.

John refused to let his body move on its own anymore, because it had got him into dogshit situations his entire life. So, instead of complying to his first instinct, he moved his head so Smit had more room to do as he liked.

Smit also took that as his cue to bite, instead of nibble. John definitely chose the right option this time.

John stayed silent, practically a rag doll, as he let Smit make his own moves. 

Then, Smit abruptly stopped, and reached over John for his phone. Smit was always a little unpredictable, and he never really had a pattern, or a way to do things, he just did them, and thats another reason why John loved him so much.

"I told Puffer, and Grizzy to go do maintenance on the sleds a few hours ago." Smit's voice was groggy, he definitely sounded like he just woke up. "Also it's 1:00."

"I slept that long?" John mumbled, as he reluctantly dragged himself away from Smit.

"We did, and I need some parts, so get dressed, I'll see you in like, 20 minutes." Smit said, and rolled out of bed, quite dramatically.

It wasn't a question, it was a command, so John rolled out of bed too, not very quickly, or gracefully either.

"Yeah, I'll get moving." John told Smit.

Smii7y only nodded, and walked out of the door, almost like he was a mob boss, head high, proud of himself.

What was he proud of? No one would know, not even Smit.

John was still half asleep when he wandered into the main room, and found Smit completely dressed in snow wear, as well as his own sledding helmet.

His outfit was even equipped with a tiny keychain of a polar bear with ski goggles hanging from the zipper of his inner thigh vent of his ski pants.

What an odd, yet cute spot for it.

He wasn't even wearing a jacket, his white gleaming sweater being the only thing protecting his top half from the cold.

"Smit." As soon as John said anything, he whipped around, so he was facing John, instead of Puffer.

The inner tinted part of his visor was down, how he saw anything was a mystery.

"Hey John, I got you some stuff." 

"Oh, really?" Johns tone sounded more sarcastic than he would've liked.

"Mhm!" Smit plopped a pile of snow wear in front of him, with sledding boots, and a helmet to go with it.

All of it was pitch black, which John was thankful for, he wasn't one to wear bright colours, like Smit.

"Thanks, Smit." 

"Mhm, now get ready, we're going to get parts, and maybe some Tim's." Smii7y giggled, looking at his own attire.

"We're sledding there?" 

"Better teach you now or later, the sled I'm plopping you on will be like going from a pit bike to a 2 stroke."

"You're giving me a mountain sled, for a trail?" John was more than confused.

"Who said we'd be on the trails?"

Oh no.

"Oh yeah." Smit tossed a tiny keychain almost identical to his own, on the pile. "I'm sure you'd find that cute." John was almost certain Smit had winked, but he couldn't see behind that stupid tint.

"Yeah, I did." John smirked, and picked up the little keychain. It was a panda bear in a shark costume. What an odd combination, yet so cute.

Smit was right, getting on that sled was like going from a Strider bike to a 2 stroke in one day, and yet he still got the hang of it in a few minutes.

Smit was already skating on his track by the time they'd gotten five minutes away from the cabin. Smit also said that wheelies on a sled were called Skilies, what an odd name?

Skating on his track meant that he was actually doing a Skilie, he just didn't know how to explain it.

John also had learned really quickly, that sledding was so much easier standing up, and that it was fucking cold sledding as well.

Somehow, Smit wasn't cold at all, he was standing up, and letting the sled skate along with its skis In the air.

He'd literally never seen a machine like this before yesterday, and now he was on one, one of the most powerful too. He didn't actually know what brand, or model it was, but he was sure if he asked Smit, he'd tell him in 6 seconds flat.

That's what he planned on doing, too. Just not right now.

-A/N-

I just got a sidewinder, and it's fucking sick! So yeah. (It's a sled, lol) hope you all like sleds as much as bikes.

-Fun Fact(s)-

John's sled is black.

The keychains I'm taking about look like the little clay animal keychains, the bear ones specifically, I have one.

This chapter took me a week.

I'm working on a different book I might publish.