Prompt: Crash
Rating: PG
One day he goes into his garage and his bike is gone. The bike that was practically a present from the only girl he's ever loved. Traces of a forrest-y scent. His stomach drops.
Leah.
He runs to the secret place that only he knows to ride bikes, figures she saw it when they were running. Isn't anything private anymore?
When he finds her, it's the exact same story. She's curled up against some mossy rock, his huge bike folded up on top of her.
She looks up at him with puppy dog eyes. He keeps his shirt on.