Dad opened the door, revealing Harold and Brian standing next to him, rocking back and forth on his feet anxiously.
"Oh, Harold, what brings you across the street?" Dad asked jokingly.
"Ruth's boss just called, she's got work all next week, now, so she can't make the flight for our trip to France," Harold said. "So, we were thinking, we could either take you and M/n, and leave the kids with Ruth, or I could take the two little rascals on a trip together. Of course, we want to check with you first."
"Well, M/n and I actually have a lot of work next week, too," Dad said. He looked at me. "Y/n? Want to visit Paris with Bri and Harry?"
Brian gave me a hopeful look that I just couldn't resist.
"Can I really?" I asked excitedly.
"Yeah, if you bring back souvenirs for your mum and I," he said. "And if you promise to be a good girl and not get in trouble."
"I promise," I said excitedly. I looked back at Brian, who was grinning that toothy grin of his. "I'd love to go with you, Harry. Well, and you, too, Bri... I guess."
"You guess?" Brian repeated skeptically.
"I'm kidding," I said, smiling. "I've never been on a plane before."
"It's nothing special," Harold assured me. "Well, nothing scary. I mean- Well, don't worry about it, Y/n."
"Very reassuring, Dad," Brian said, rolling his eyes. "Y/n, d'you wanna go race on our bikes?"
"Can you even still fit on yours, Mr. Legs?" I teased.
"Oh, that's it, I'm totally going to beat you this time!" He said as I scrambled out the front door, leaving our dads to chat.
"As if," I said. "You haven't beaten me once, boy."
"There's a first time for everything," he said, awkwardly climbing onto his bike as I smoothly threw my leg over the side and got on mine.
"I'll believe it when it happens, Mr. Legs," I said, sticking my tongue out at him as I balanced out my bike and put the kickstand up. I watched as Brian struggled for a few more moments before he finally got on. "You need a new bike."
"Shut up," he said. I kicked off and started riding away before he could get his kickstand up. "Hey! No fair!"
"I don't play by the rules, boy, you know this!" I cried, barely glancing over my shoulder as I rode away.
"Ugh, this is why you always win!" Brian shouted after me. I took a U-turn on my bike just as he got the stand up and started biking after me.
"Well, maybe you should learn how to maneuver those lanky legs of yours!" I shouted at him as he managed to catch up. I turned back around and sped up.
"Hey!" Brian said.
"I'm playing fair, now, I promise!" I called back to him. I could almost swear his response was some sort of animalistic growl. "I'm not letting you beat me, Bri, you can be certain of that!"
"Oh, are you sure?" Brian said, nearly catching up to me. I pedaled faster nonchalantly.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure," I said casually.
"Damnit, Y/n, that's not fair!" He protested.
"What's not fair?" I asked teasingly. "I said, I'm playing fair now. I waited for you to catch up, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but- Well- Shut up!" Brian said, trying to keep up with me. I made a quick U-turn.
"Last one home buys me a coke!" I said, laughing.
"What?! No fair!" Brian protested, turning his bike around and coming after me. "That is so not fair, you devil!"
