𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘
fandom - it 2017
reader - girl
age - 15
requested - no
[platonic relationship <3]
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"THIS IS A BAD IDEA..." you admitted sheepishly and slowly, nervously, sat on the handlebars of your friend; eddie kaspbrak's, bike. he laughed, but you could tell he was hesitant too. it was probably not the smartest ideas you two have had, but you were both up for an adventure, and you had no bike, so it had to be done.
"yeah, probably not, but maybe if you didn't crash your bike we wouldn't have this problem." he chuckled, and gently tried to push off the ground so he wouldn't be wobbly. you leaned against his chest, clutching the the handlebars tightly and helped steer, the whole time your mind screaming 'don't do this'.
"actually, technically, that wasn't my fault." you challenged, resting your head on his shoulder as you started on the streets, getting odd looks from people (mostly adults). he continued to banter with you, while watching the road, "well it's better to crash your bike into a wall then get hit by a car- by the way, you haven't thanked me for saving your life." he sassed, and you grumbled under your breath.
"i could survive a hit, and plus, maybe if you had extra space on your bike i wouldn't have to do this." you complained, but it honestly wasn't as terrifying as you thought it would be, and was actually quite thrilling when you went down hills. the only way you could explain it was as if you sat on a car, or in the back of a truck. calm and fun.
well, that was, until...
"oh crap!" eddie yelped as he hit the bike off a sudden pot hole, making his handlebars swerve with the pressure of your unbalanced position. you stumbled off the bike, cringing hard as you hit the cement, rolling on your side. the pain was inevitable, but the most you could focus on was the seering pain from your knee. you knew it wasn't good as you cried out in pain, grabbing your knee.
"oh god, y/n, you okay?" eddie asked as he lifted the bike off his stomach to brush himself off, choosing to check your wounds first instead of his own. over the years of knowing you, his 'germ-phobia' (he hated when you called it that) had lessened a bit, and he was able to be more free in his actions. he still clean-freaked and complained about very unsanitary conditions, but was overall better with germs.
"yeah- does it look like i'm okay?! i think i broke my knee- wait is that even possible?!" you were blabbering on in nervousness, almost in a whole different world to avoid facing the horible pain in your knee, and frankly, your whole right side. no doubt you had some road rash from sliding, but most were just cuts from landing sharply on the rocky.
"you didn't break it, actually it looks like you cut it on the front of the bike. its a deep cut, not a break." he examined carefully, and moved you to the sidewalk to check your cut. you just sighed in relief that nothing was broken and eddie cleaned you up, bragging about how he was the best and a walking talking ambulance. at the end of the whole ordeal you left with three cute cartoon band aids and a hug from eddie for comfort.
𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
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this is crappy- but im busy with family haha
