"Was that fun?" Cody asks while taking his helmet off, giving him helmet hair.
I have to admit it is really attractive, but that doesn't make me like him more than a friend.
"Yeah, especially considering the rain stopped," I say.
We walk around, looking at everything.
"Do you come to this place often?" I ask.
"Yeah, everyday basically," he says.
I walk around a bit more.
"Oh, look, an eagle!" He says.
"Where?" I ask, standing next to him.
"Wow, you're too short to see it," he says, laughing.
I get up on his shoulders.
"Oh I see it!" I say happily.
I take out my iPhone and get on Instagram, snapping a picture.
'@ Cody's house and there's an eagle!' I caption it.
I get off his shoulders and we go back to the four wheeler.
"You want to drive this time?" He asks.
I nod, jumping on.
He gets on behind me, putting his hands behind him to support him.
I start the four wheeler and drive it back to the house, smiling the whole way there.
"I forgot how much I love driving four wheelers," I say, pulling my helmet off.
"I've never met a girl that is so boyish, most girls are crappy at riding four wheelers!" He says.
"How come you never showed me your game room?" I ask.
"It's not finished yet," he says.
"We need to paint it and stuff. I need to decide if I want it to look like a football field, a baseball field, a basketball court, or what I'm going to do with it," he explains.
"A football field would look really cool," I say.
"I thought the same!" He says.
I check the time. It is 5:03 p.m.
"Oh, I need to go home," I say.
"Okay grab anything you brought, I'll be in the car in a second," he says, putting the helmets away.
"I can walk," I say.
"And I can drive," he says.
"I can walk, I want to walk." I say protestantly.
"How about I drive you," he says.
"Bye," I say, grabbing my phone.
I walk down the dirt road, following it.
I come to a place where the road splits and I don't know which way to take, so I just go right.
I pull out my iPhone to check where I am, but it dies. Great.
I continue walking but it seems endless.
Then a truck pulls up next to me.
"Get in," they command.
I don't know this man.
"No," I say.
"Get in the truck." He commands again.
"No," I repeat.
He gets out of the truck and grabs my arm.
"Stop!" I scream.
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Live While We're Young
FanfictionWarning, I wrote this story when I was twelve, with the help of my other twelve year old pals.