Supercross

Chapter 4

My alarm clock goes off and I jump up in joy. I can't help but think I'm going to be going to Texas, with a racer. I'll be showing him how to race. Well how to race better.

I haven't done something like this since- I stop my thoughts from going any further.

After I get ready I wait for Matt to arrive. The bell goes off and i hear Matt's voice on the intercom telling me he's here. I get my stuff and go down.

"Ready?" Matt asks.

"Oh yeah." I say overly excited.

We walk to a limo and a truck. The truck we put our bikes on and the limo we will be riding in.

Matt walks me over to a man and starts introductions, "CC, this is-" he begins, but I cut him off.

"Shane Dawson." I smile shaking his hand.

"You do know your stuff don't you." Shane asks.

"I learned from the best." I shrug.

"And who might that be exactly?" Shane asks curiously.

"Um..." I say.

Matt interrupts before Shane asks anymore questions, "we're going to the airport, right? Don't want to miss our flight."

"Yeah." Says Shane walking to the limo.

"Okay," Matt begins, "there will be a lot of people there. Flashing lights, autographs, the usual."

"Usual for you." I say, but I can't help remembering old memories.

"It's not as bad as you think." He says.

"I'll be the judge of that." I say walking to the limo and hearing Matt laughing behind me. Matt gets in the limo after me. I stare at it in aw.

"I miss this." I whisper to myself.

"What?" Matt asks.

"Nothing."

The drive isn't long to the airport, but Matt was right. It's crowded. Paparazzi, fans, and just random people trying to get to their flight crowd the entrance. Again, it's been a while since I experienced this.

"You ready?" He asks.

"Always."

He get out first and the crowd goes nuts. Then Shane and then me. Everyone is to focused on Matt to notice me, but one guy does.

An older man, his eyes go wide and I notice.

"Please don't." I say quietly.

He nods in understanding.

I walk into the airport and go to our gate.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" He asks me.

"Nope." I state, but can't help thinking about the old man who recognized me.

I'm not surprised. He was younger when he watched my dad. So he would have recognized me considering I was always glued to my dad at the hip. I'm glad he didn't say anything though.

We're the first ones to be seated on the plan, first class.

"How long is the flight?" I ask.

"I don't know," Matt says looking over at Shane, "how long is the flight?"

"About three hours." Shane replies.

Matt turns to me, "about-"

"Three hours." I laugh, "I heard."