Being a biker was something you considered the most freeing thing in the world.

The second the helmets go on? You and Tommy would zoom through the streets of England; without a care in the world except where the nearest convenience store was, how to avoid Phil's lectures while still having fun, and when to hit the breaks.

It wasn't something you two had planned, you'd just been getting to know Tommy after joining the Dream SMP and soon realized you both had motorbikes. One random meetup to just explore the city together turned into two, two into four, until you two hung out almost everyday, just whoosh-ing through the city and living life.

A simple, yet humble lifestyle: Wake up, Eat, Ride Bikes, Sleep, Repeat.

On one such hangout, it was the middle of the night and Tommy had dragged you out of bed because he claimed he 'Had nothing better to do', and had also dragged a very enthusiastic Tubbo along. Tubbo decided your driving was much more reliable than Tommy's and sat on the backseat of your bike throughout the ride.

Tommy's bike had started squeaking obnoxiously halfway through this, so you had to pull over and watch as Tommy struggled to figure out what was wrong.

A random girl about your age walked up to you three, a small nervous smile on her face as she looked at you. "Hi, I saw you when you drove by and I wanted to say.. cool bike!"

You gave her a nod of thanks, about to say something whens she abruptly cut you off.

"If you have time, and don't have a girlfriend... would I be able to ride with you sometime?" The girl asked kind of sheepishly, a small blush spreading through her cheeks.

Then it dawned you that you had a hoodie, sweatpants, and your helmet on with the visor down, so this girl did not know that you were not in fact the biker boy of her dreams, but very much female.

Tommy was struggling not to laugh and Tubbo was outright grinning, elbowing you in the ribs.