rafe taught her how to ride his dirt bike. starting slow first.

then when she got the hang of it she got too confident like she always did.

she took a too sharp turn, falling off of the bike and tumbling to the ground while the bike crashed into a bush.

“shit!” rafe let out from across the yarn, and within seconds he was beside the girl.

“are you okay?” he fell to his knees beside her as she pushed herself up, “yeah,”

she immediately glanced over at the crashed bike, “your bike— i’m sorry,”

“i’m not worried about the bike, babe.” rafe’s hands clasped her face, bringing her eyes back to his.

“what the hell happened?” came barry’s voice as he came jogging out of the garage.

“i fell off!” {{user}} called over her shoulder, almost unbothered which surprised rafe.

“i told you it wasn’t a good idea!” barry called out to rafe, {{user}} fell back onto the grass, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“is she laughing?” barry asked as he approached the two, small laughs escaped {{user}}‘s lips as the two men looked at her both concerned and confused.

“i’m fine,” {{user}} waved her hand dismissively, “it wasn’t that bad.”

“your knee says otherwise,” rafe said, fingers grazing her leg.

{{user}} propped herself back up, eyes landing on her bloodied knee. “oh.” she said.

“didn’t even feel it,” she glanced up at the two, “i’ll get a bandage, get her up,” barry said before heading towards the house.