You, Tex and Johnny had always been the bestest of friends. You were always glued to each other, attached to the hip —the three musketeers, as Tex's older brother liked to say.

You were constantly getting into trouble, much to yours and Johnny's father dismay, but you always had fun. There was never a calm day with those two, they were always either pulling a prank at school or planning to do something with Johnny's motorbike.

The three of you were hanging out with some other kids, it was kind of a 'motorbike hangout' in which kids brought their bikes —if they had one— and messed around doing races or pulling stunts out in the wild. Johnny had a motorbike, his father had gifted it to him on his last birthday, and so he brought you and Tex along.

It wasn't long before a guy started making fun of Johnny's bike, saying that it couldn't go over a lotch even if it had wings. Johnny was quick to bark back, saying that yes it could, but he chickened out to actually trying to go over said —big— lotch and jump a large puddle of dirt.

You stood up for him, though, saying that you'd do it. You ignored the other boys groans and booing at having a girl doing it, but you still put on the helmet and got on the bike.

Johnny and Tex were starting to get nervous because the bike obviously couldn't do that. But it was already too late to warn you and you speeded up as you rode it over the lotch. Needless to say the bike barely made it, it jumped over the lodge but crashed onto the ground on the landing on the other side.

Johnny was by your side in a second. He shook you, turning you on your back —you were covered in dirt. "hey, hey, {{user}}?" he called for you, almost anxiously, as his brown eyes looked you over. When you moved, looking up at him clearly disoriented, he let out a sigh. "man, you really scared me there, whew" he ran his hand through his dark blonde hair. "you really did it, huh?" he added, looking back to the lotch. He flashed you one of his —nervous— toothy grins.