Charlynch One-Shots

Push Bike

"Where the hell's my bike??"
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Becky gasped as she shuffled down the steps to outside, staring at where she swore she had set her bike down

She looks around the front of her yard and the back to see if she had spotted it anywhere

To which she turned up with nothing

She put her hands on her hips in defeat as she huffed, "that was a gift." She rolled her eyes, letting the thought of just buying a new one skim through her mind

"No, I'm finding this thievin' bastard" she huffs as she stomps off her lawn, walking down the neighborhood sidewalks

"It could be miles away, Bex." She growled at the thought

Who even takes bikes? For the last few years the only people she'd seen riding bikes were definitely twice younger than herself, or twice older than herself

She looked at the time on her watch, turning a few corners before stopping, "what if it was one of the fucking rich kids.."

The rich kids would always mess with her and her friends, no matter how many times she threatened to beat them up, or how many times they did get beaten up. They were practically asking for it at this point.

Becky scowled, "I don't give a fuck" she spat, walking out of her neighborhood and down the street

She crossed her arms, watching all the others with a disgusted look on her face as she emerged into the area of pricier homes

She wasn't poor, she wasn't rich, she didn't care how much money she had

She knew all the richer's were snobby little bitches. That's why she never spoke to them.

Besides, she preferred saving her breath and not bruising her fists

Stealing wasn't that big of her forte either.

She got a few looks and a couple of shouts. Mixes of phony catcalls and insults, all the same bull she had heard before

She was good at ignoring things

"Oh, for fucks sake."

Except that.

She spotted her bike across the street, putting her hands on her hips for a second

"Of course it's the fucking daddy's girl. The worst of the worst."

She rolled her eyes as she walked across the street, "just get it over with"

She stared at her bike as she walked, willing to strike anyone who dared stop her from taking her shit back

She looked at the prettily manicured lawn it sat on in all its dirty, personalized, red glory, noticing the "don't step on the grass" sign

She rolled her eyes as she picked her bike back up off its side, stepping on the grass carelessly as she swung her foot over, sitting down on the seat

"Hey, buddy!"

She heard a voice along with a laugh, immediately scoffing at it, "what the hell do you want?" she groaned

She snapped her head around as Charlotte stepped out from the massive home, resting her arms comfortably on her chest as she crossed them

"Give it back" she pointed at the bike

As much as Becky wanted to run up and strike her in the face for having the audacity to speak to her at all, especially the question she was just asked, she just sat there staring at her, "no way, buddy" she mocked, "it's mine and you're slack" she scoffs

"Will you let me have it if I give you something? Maybeeee my number?" Charlotte smirks, "a date?"

Becky bursts into a fit of laughter, squeezing at the handlebars of her freshly reclaimed bike, "you might be pretty, but I don't think you're that stupid, yeah?" She raises a brow

"I know you like me" Charlotte beams, "things travel around school you know"

As if her presence wasn't enough pain, Becky hated drama, rumors, and accusations with a passion

"Honey, if assault weren't illegal, do you know how many accounts I would have against you?"

"My question had a simple yes or no answer?" Charlotte pouts at her, "you're quite pretty yourself"

Becky was far from flattered as she squeezes her handlebars tighter, "I will fucking throw you like a catapult."

Charlotte huffs, dropping her arms, the act and rolls her eyes, "can't you at least read the sign?" She points at the grass sign

Becky moves her bike off the grass before getting off of it

"Oh, my apologies" she steps back onto the lawn, scraping her feet a few times and messing it up, watching the dirt show through as Charlotte gasped

"Wha- stop! I can have you arrested for trespassing!" She started to get mad, "do you know who I am??"

"Unfortunately, I do" Becky laughed more, kicking the dirt off from her Docs onto the formerly as clean sidewalk

"Touch my shit again and I'll gladly add an account against ya" she got back on her bike, "toodles, buddy"

She smirked to herself as she rode away, quickly getting back out of the neighborhood and back to her own

No way would she fall for the daddy's girl

But she'd happily knock her head off her shoulders if she touched her push bike again.
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I based this one off of 'Stole My Push Bike' by Amyl and The Sniffers. If you remember the early days of Understatements, you know I referenced them a lot, lowkey leading to its downfall, but uhhh-
Anyway! I hope you enjoyed this one!💕