Thief With A Bike ~ Krii7y

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"John, you can't be that scared of heights." Smit mumbled, doing so much to help John pack their snowboards.

"Im not scared of heights, I'm just a pussy."

"I can see that." Grizzy giggled, tossing his snowboard in with Johns. "Puffer is just learning too, so don't worry."

"Thanks for ratting me out, dipshit." Puffer grumbled, shoving a laughing Grizzy on the shoulder. "Im sure I'll be worse than him too."

"I sure hope you are." John chuckled, ignoring Puffers playful scowl.

"Stop dissing each other, and let's get going, I want to snowboard at least twice before we're in Vegas." Smit rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I don't though, you have no idea how bad I am at literally everything." Puffer crossed his arms.

"Oh don't say that Puff, I'm sure you'll do fine." Grizzy smiled warmly at Puffer, before pulling him into a hug, much to Puffers delight.

"Nelly cuddles!"

Smit chuckled, shaking his head slightly. John was glad he never really asked him for cuddles because he wasn't really the cuddly type, or he'd prefer to cuddle in private, not like it'd lead to another thing, he wasn't that much of an asshole.

John figured that Smit wasn't really the cuddly type either, with the exception of when they slept, then he'd never let go of John, but he wasn't really complaining. He was only complaining about the scratches that now lined his back. 

Of course Smit didn't mean it, he was sleeping, he didn't really know he did that in his sleep, and he only did it because he was scared, which John wished he could change, but the sad truth was inevitable.

He wouldn't be able to help Smit that way, and that was fine, just being there for him was enough in Smit's books. Smits aggressive fear of being alone had always been there, far before John was in the picture, and there wasn't much he could do, besides prove the fear wrong.

And thats exactly what he'll do.

It would be different if that was one of the things they didn't have in common, but John was also quite scared that he'd be left to deal with his.. problems again, and he didn't want to do that again, no he wouldn't do it again, he'd end it before that happened.

He'd practically already made a death pact, and he wouldn't break it, because he'd do anything not to suffer from the insane feeling of loneliness he'd felt the entirety of his childhood.

He'd do anything to continue to be loved, a feeling he never really got, until now.

Now that he had it, he wasn't going back.

Back-pedalling was his own demise, so he'd just keep pushing forward.

Once John had left his own mind, they were already on their way to the mountains, and he silently thanked his own body for responding on its own even when he was in lala-land.

Even though he was back to the real world, John wasn't really listening to the conversation, and he only tuned in once Smit waved a hand in front of his face.

"Earth to John, Jesus, did you really not hear what Grizzy said?"

"Uhm no, I wasn't paying attention?"

"Dumbass." Puffer insulted from behind him. Smit jolted the wheel a bit before letting it even out again.

"Pay attention to the road, Smit, I swear to god!" John yelped, grabbing onto Smit who started laughing profusely.

He did that on purpose.

"Why do you have to be this way." John grumbled, but he didn't move from his position. He heard Grizzy chuckle behind him, before yelping, probably boxing with Puffer back there.

"It's better I drive than one of them, don't you think?" Smit ignored Johns comment, nodded to the two in the backseat.

"That I can agree with." John sighed, finally returning to his original position.

"Well thats rude.. PUFFER!" Grizzy yelped, still battling with Puffer to the death it seemed.

"Would you two quit that, you're distracting me." Smit said smugly.

"Yeah don't distract him, he's driving, and I don't want to die." John added, might as well jump on the bandwagon too.

"Oh, alright then, I'll just stop my very funny crusade of attempted murder, so John doesn't die." Puffer rolled his eyes. "Doesn't that defeat the purpose?"

"You're trying to kill Grizzy, not us." Smit sighed, suddenly very annoyed, probably another mood swing.

"You guys are a bonus." Puffer added. Smit seemed a bit sensitive of the topic, By the amount of scars John saw on the mans body, he wasn't surprised if Smit was only sensitive about the underlying topic of a car crash.

Smit probably got in more motorcycle crashes than one could count, he'd told John about a few. Once he was on the highway when a guy pulled out in front of him and break checked him. Having practically no breaks, he ended up on his truck. The guy was high out of his mind, and Smit had to talk him sober enough to realize what happened.

Or the other time he was snipped on a blind corner, ending up under a semi. His bike was less fortunate, ending up over the rail, and into the void below a cliff. He was out for a joyride in Colorado.

He said that he was lucky that day, and whatever life form above was repaying for the shit it put him through.

John also learned that one of Smit's legs was practically metal from a high speed accident, that involved no breaks, and a red-light.

Reckless as Smit was, John still loved him, and it seemed that wouldn't change.. ever.

John had plenty of his own stories when it came to his bike, most including cops, and the freeway, bikers haven.

Every biker, and every cop knew that once a biker hits the freeway, your not going to catch him, that made it the best place for a biker to logically be, or at least near there. Even cops on bikes couldn't catch a sport bike, so the freeway tends to a breeding ground for power wheelies, races, and speeding. Anything illegal could be found there.

Even when John and Smit went for joyrides, they'd stay near the freeway, just in case.

Even though the freeway was an easy escape, it was also an easy death, to actually have to escape via the freeway was a gamble, a death wish really, and the cops know that, so they let you go, and find you either dead, or another day.

Only the dumb ones chase you, because even though you committed maybe 6 misdemeanours, their life isn't worth chasing you through weaving cars and traffic.

A ticket isn't worth the chase, and so you just get a warrant for your arrest.

John found that out more than once.

He was lucky they never knew why he was running.

A/N

"Im Pretty!"

-That10R with a tire on as a skirt.

Fun Fact(s)

Depending on creator preference, every ship is debatable, and so, that means with enough effort, I'll ship specific characters together if y'all want. As long as it isn't crazy, or unreasonable, I'll prob do it.

I also slacked on editing this one but yeah, I figured I better feed you guys. (I edited it finally yay)