CXXXVI. Can You Ride A Bike??

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"Matt." Sebastian sat down next to him in his dorm, looking panicked.

"What?" Matt stopped packing. "What's wrong?"

"Can you ride a bike?"

He laughed, confused. "I– what?"

"Can you ride a bike? God, please don't tell me you can't ride a bike."

"Okay, calm down. I haven't in a while but yeah, I can ride a bike," Matt said. Sebastian sighed in relief. "Now would you please tell me why you are freaking out over this?"

"I was just thinking, you know, and learning to ride a bike is such a milestone in childhood and I was like wait, who's gonna teach Charlotte to ride a bike–"

"Wait," he interrupted. "Sebastian, can you not ride a bike?"

Sebastian blushed, looking embarrassed. "No?"

Matt shook his head. "Absolutely unacceptable. Looks like I'm gonna have to teach you."

"What?"

"You heard me. You're going to learn to ride a bike."

He chuckled nervously. "That doesn't sound like the best idea. I'm pretty uncoordinated."

"Nope, I'm not hearing it. When you get back from England, I'm teaching you to ride a bike. Now either stop distracting me or help me pack," he said, playfully smacking Sebastian with one of his ties.

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