My Unlikely Best Friend

Chapter 19

A/N : Hello earthlings! It's rare that I do author's notes at the beginning of a chapter, but hey.

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~Jiana~

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"Here, you take, Petunia and i'll get this one," he said, handing me a pink bike.

"Petunia? Ha! You name your bikes?"

He eyed me. "Now don't get me started on Vanquisha." I cleared my throat. "And no, a crazy brunette named it."

"Touché," I said. "Oh, and can I get the white one, please."

"What, are you mad, woman? I'm not going to ride on a pink bike. That would be absurd!" He said and I laughed.

"Whatever you say, Prince Charming," I said and he smiled.

When we were done joking around, he lifted my oxygen tank and put it in Petunia's basket. Thankfully, the basket was large enough for it.

"Ahh, man. I forgot something. Wait here, ima be right back," he said then ran toward his garage.

As I was waiting for him, I sat down on the rose colored bike and placed my hands on the handles. For some reason I was just so nervous, so nervous that my hands were shaking a little bit.

Should I even do this? Is...is it worth it? I thought.

The last time I even touched a bike was when I was five. I stopped riding when my father died, because that was our thing.

As a matter of fact, every time I were to see anything relating to a bike, it would remind me of him. I've taken everything out of my life that would bring my dad into my mind and as a result, his image is slowly fading away. I can't even remember exactly how he looks like. It kills me to know that i'm slowly erasing him from my mind, but i'm not strong enough...i'm too weak to remember how happy he made me.

How he always knew how to make me smile when I was sad, how his infectious laugh would just get anyone on the floor dying of laughter, how his smile would just make anyone melt. I especially loved how he treated my mother. She was his queen, his true love, his one and only. Even though many women drooled over him, he made it clear to them that he was taken and happily married. I hope to someday marry someone like him.

Yeah...riding a bike was really never the same without him.

"Hey, i'm back," Thomas said, waking me from my thoughts. "I hope I wasn't too long. I just went to get these." He was putting on my helmet when he saw my melancholy facial expression. "Is there something wrong?"

I sniffled and looked to the floor, then said, "N...No...i'm fine."

He crouched down so that he could look into my eyes. "Hey, don't be scared. I'm right here, by your side," Thomas said and I nodded. He stood up, then positioned himself so that he's holding me up on the bike. "You ready?"

"I'm as ready as you are...I guess."

"That's my girl," he said then began pushing me.

At first I was really rocky. I would turn incorrectly or almost fall down each time he were to let me go, thinking I was ready to go on my own, but thankfully he was always there to catch me.