Nedden Week 2017

Day 1-- Bicycles

Everyday he saw him. He didn't even know his name, but that didn't stop Mathias from looking for him. It's not like he wanted to, really it wasn't! He didn't want to keep being almost run over by a smug asshole on a damn bike when he walked to work. A lot of people rode their bikes, and a lot of people were respectful of people, like Mathias, who chose to walk instead.

This guy was not one of those people, though.

Every morning, every damn morning since Mathias changed his route to walking, he'd see him (cleverly nicknamed "asshole" by Mathias when he complained about him to others) coming zooming up before almost running him into the ground, a hasty apology shouted as he continued along. One time, he almost hit Mathias in the side with the basket on the front of his bike as he came by, his usual expression replaced with worry as he slowed down.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked. Mathias nodded, getting a good look at the guy for the first time and deciding he was fucking screwed.

"Yeah, yeah-- I'm good." The other nodded back before continuing along. When Mathias walked into work that morning, early, he groaned in frustration. Assholes weren't meant to be cute! That made it harder to hate him! Assholes were supposed to look like, well, assholes! People you'd avoid. Not really attractive men with beautiful green eyes, nice figure, and a small scar on his forehead that made him look badass!

Today though, Mathias would get his revenge. He had set enough aside to rent his bike, and today he was going to be the one speeding past Asshole. He continued down his route, enjoying the ride. No wonder he always seemed to zoom past Mathias, this was fun! Or it was, until he stopped paying attention to where he was going and sped right into a bush. He heard laughter from behind him as someone stopped and offered him a hand--asshole himself.

"I was trying to warn you about that bush," he said while helping Mathias up. Mathias stood up and brushed himself off moodily.

"Oh. Well, thanks." Asshole smiled at him, pulling a leaf from his windblown and wild hair.

"I've seen you before, I think. Don't you usually walk?" Mathias nodded.

"I, uh... yeah. I usually do. But I-- it's stupid, really," he scratched behind his neck nervously. Asshole continued to look at Mathias before it seemed he had some kind of realization.

"Oh, god, you're-- I'm so sorry. I'm so, so, sorry." Mathias tilted his head. What the hell? Asshole was supposed to be, well, an asshole. Not whatever this guy was!

"Sorry?" The other nodded sheepishly.

"It was an accident the first time, I swear! But then-- and I--" he sighed defeated. Mathias smiled softly, feeling a little sorry for being so harsh on him. But if what he said was right, he was purposely trying to run Mathias into the ground with a bike, and he knew what he was doing! And cute or not, that was a dick move.

"You have a really nice ass..." Asshole finally said after a moment as some sort of explanation. Mathias couldn't help but laugh hysterically. He was almost getting run over because he had a nice ass?!

"I'm... I'm sorry-- I really don't mean to be rude," Mathias said through his laughter before calming down, "I just think that might be a bit of an extreme reaction."

"'Extreme?'" Mathias nodded.

"Yeah. Running someone over with a bike isn't exactly a great flirting tactic." Asshole seemed to become even more flustered, sighing while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"God, I-- I'm so sorry for any trouble I've caused you." Mathias grinned, getting an idea.

"It's alright. But, do you think I could get your name and number? I'm gonna need it later for insurance."

"Insurance?" Asshole asked worried.

"Well, yeah. In case something happens like this when I ask you for a date. I'd rather not have to deal with hospital bills." His smile grew as he was smacked on the arm. Totally worth it! He thought as asshole took his phone as Mathias handed it over.

"Jackass. If my flirting skills are bad, your asking-people-out skills aren't much better." He handed Mathias back his phone before getting back on his bike.

"Eight o'clock, tonight. Text me where you wanna meet at." He smiled softly while riding off. Mathias waved while staring at his phone to check Asshole's actual name.

"Lars..." he looked ahead to see Lars riding off already while he grabbed the bike from the bush, sighing in relief when he saw it wasn't banged up too bad that he couldn't return it to the rental place.