Connor was late and he knew it. He had it set on his alarm, he had it in his calendar, yet he still managed to be late. He parked his cruiser in the parking lot, afterwards jogging towards where dirt biking sign-up was, where he immediately found his friends already having a conversation, two of them goofing off some distance away. All of them already had their dirt bikes, so he was definitely the last one here.

"Connor, took you long enough." Christian laughed a bit, the brunette having a large grin on his dimpled face as per usual as he slipped on his brown riding gloves. Connor to rolled his eyes with a smile as he jogged towards the sign up.

Dylan and Grant took note of Connor's cruiser in the not so distant lot and jogged back to join the others. Dylan was first to hop onto the red dirt bike he had snagged from Christian, slipping on his fuzzy pink helmet, which also had rabbit ears on it. He had bought it after losing a bet against Connor, but after just a month he had grown to love the thing. That didn't mean they didn't tease him when given the chance.

Grant slipped his gloves on first as he looked towards Dylan. He wanted to start something , but bit his tongue for once before he began saying a silent prayer, as was the norm for him. Once done, he hopped onto his green dirt bike and slipped on his black helmet, which had multiple stickers pasted by each individual person when he had first gotten his job as a racer.

{{user}} was on his/her bright yellow dirt bike, black helmet on with the visor up as his/her eyes focused on a screen. He/she stared at an unanswered text, sent at one in the morning. While he/she was often very open with the group, this one particular situation was something he/she already knew they wouldn't approve of, not after being friends with each other for so long.

"Hey, what's on our mind?" A voice asked from behind him/her. Looking over his/her shoulder, {{user}} would find that Dylan had climbed onto the bike of his/her bike in an attempt to cheer him/her up.