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Ride

"Come on y/n! We haven't got all day you know!" My friend yelled for me as she cycled on ahead whilst I trailed far behind.

Who actually likes cycling? I mean who finds joy out of peddling relentlessly and being hot and sweaty in a short amount of time? Well, not me that's for sure. Yet my friend had somehow convinced me to join her and her boyfriend on a bike ride, she wanted me to get to know him a bit better but I don't think she realised how much I dislike cycling since the last time we went was when I was 12 and crashed into a sign and bruised my private part, note to self don't wear a skirt when cycling, it never ends well.

As I cycled against my will just to find somewhere to rest for a while since all I've seen for the last half hour is greenery, bugs and sandy dust fly into my face. So right now a place to rest that isn't on the ground or on my bike is an ideal situation, hell I'd sit on somebody's lap just to relax for a bit, as unorthodox as that is for me.

Y/f/n voice becomes less clear as I can only make her out a little bit as I focus on the heat waves which make me groan internally. Rather than wasting my breath by shouting I pull out my phone and give her a ring, getting off of my bike with much discomfort in order to not have another accident.

"Yeah I'm just going to relax for a while, I'll be fine you know me." I stated but I knew she would be rolling her eyes. "Seriously just enjoy yourself with Isaac, make this fail third wheeling session a date!" I proceed to explain how I'll be fine after much protesting she agreed and I put my phone away and decide to walk for a while instead.

As I walk people cycle past me, zooming past at high speeds whilst I wipe the sweat off my face and try to cool down since all attempts so far haven't gone so well. For a while I just mumble to myself about how much better it would've been to watch Netflix and not leave the house for a day than be a sweaty hot mess, and not in the good way in the bad 'you need to work out more way.' Then I spot it, a turning off of the main pathway which I happily walk down for a minute before I come across it.

A spacious area with a raised area of grass and picnic benches and pathways going around it. The large slabs of rock sat underneath a large tree which shaded most of the space under it. The tree had lots of open gaps to sit in and plenty of branches to climb up and chill, further ahead the path continued and there were two levels, one was the space I was on and below it was a path that cyclists used, as in not me.

Letting out a heart full sigh I made my way to the rocks, sort of disconnecting myself from the bike in a forceful manner. I pushed my hair out of my face as I removed my helmet as my hair clung to my forehead, and I happily sat down on the cold slab.

The surroundings were peaceful, some people passed by either walking and stopped to have a drink or something to eat on the picnic benches or others cycled as I could hear the whirring of the tires and adjustment of gears on the chains.

My complete haven was rudely interrupted suddenly, "Looks like someone isn't loving cycling." I opened my eyes and looked around, not seeing anyone within a close enough radius.

"Who goes there?" I intended to sound more intimidating but I sounded more like a shy mouse.

"Chill babe." I scoffed at the nickname the stranger had given me.

"Look I'm not a babe, I'm not a pig that stars in its own movie so don't babe me!" My tone had changed to frustration, I always did find nicknames like that demeaning.

"Look," The voice started and paused for a while. "Mademoiselle." I smiled to myself, being called something less demeaning and more so classy. "Just just look up okay?" Immediately I turned around, initially I didn't see anything or anyone through the branches and the leaves that covered the majority of the tree.