Dave was biting his nails for the 3rd time today "Dude, calm the fuck down before you chew your whole finger off." "Fuck." He put his hands into the pockets of his white pants. "I just haven't seen him since I was fuckin 7. What if he doesn't even know who I am." I rolled my eyes. "You're his fucking brother. He's going to know who you are shit head." Just then an orange motorcycle pulled into the parking space we where standing in front of. The guy riding it was wearing mostly black, aside from his shoes and his shirt, which were orange. He turned off the bike, put the kick stand up and got off. Was this Dirk? Once he pulled off his helmet, then placed those stupid shades onto his face, I knew it was Dirk. "Oh fuck." I whispered to Dave. "What?" He sounded slightly worried. Though he had no reason to be, at least not with what I was going to say. "He hot."
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