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Four Way Tie

Fang

"Hey Fang, you think you can beat me this time?" A boy about my age, ten, walked up to me, a smile plastered on his pale face as he zipped up his bright red jacket, struggling to hold his helmet as he did so.

"Pft, I know it," I spoke, confidence oozing into my words as I ruffled up the boy's strawberry blonde hair that reached out to brush across the tip of his nose, effectively covering his icy blue eyes.

"Wow, somebody's cocky today," Iggy joked, shoving me playfully. I stumbled back a few feet before catching my footing and glaring at him, suppressing the smile that threatened to spread across my face.

"Not cocky, I just know I'm going to win because I can see the future," I said, puffing my chest out to look cooler than my best friend. Which might have worked had somebody not tripped and fallen on me.

I cried out in shock, losing my balance and collapsing on the ground, tasting dirt in my mouth as my face connected with the thick grass before me. "S- sorry!" A high-pitched, timid voice choked out as a boy in bright yellow pants and a white tee shirt attempted to scramble back onto his feet. Unfortunately for him, his untied shoes weren't working in his favor because he soon found himself on the ground again, a small cut on his arm as he whimpered from the pain.

"Gosh, Klutz, get a grip," yet another boy ran up to the scene, his dark blue get-up clashing with his tan skin and honey blonde hair.

"I… I'm sorry, I didn't mean t- to run into you." The boy in yellow stuttered as the blonde handed him a yellow jacket to match his pants.

"Hey, I'm Dylan. That's Sam. He falls a lot," the boy in blue grinned at me, revealing his stunningly white teeth before kneeling down to mumble something to Sam and tie his shoes for him.

"Hi!" Sam spoke up cheerfully, waving at Iggy and me as I stood up and brushed myself off.

"Don't you know how to tie your own shoes?" Iggy greeted harshly, crossing his arms over his chest and flipping his hair out of his face for a moment before it fell back down into his peripheral vision.

"I- um, well, I kinda-"

"Iggy!" I scolded, turning to my friend to smack him for asking a question like that. Not everybody had the ego we did, and not everybody could take embarrassing questions like that.

"No, it's okay. I just… I'm not very good at it," Sam admitted sheepishly, causing Iggy to raise an eyebrow as Dylan finished up and stood to his full height.

"So you just do it for him?" He questioned, and this time I did successfully smack him upside the head, causing his strawberry blonde locks to flutter in the air before settling back down.

"Well I can't just let him fall all day. Why, you got a problem with that?" Dylan asked, a scowl crossing over his face as Sam pushed himself up onto his feet, his frail body looking like it would blow away with the slightest breeze as he sniffed once and brushed the dirt off his knees.

"And what would you do if I did?" Iggy growled, and I shoved him back a few steps to intervene.

"Look Iggy, stop being a jerk. I'm sorry, he gets kinda moody when he doesn't take his medicine." I apologized, turning to Dylan who was already calming down whereas Iggy looked hurt that I had mentioned the fact he had to take medicine.

"It's okay." Sam answered for his friend, stepping forward. "What's your name?"

"I'm Fang, and you probably know this, but that's Iggy," I added, gesturing to my best friend.

"No offense, but those names are kinda weird," Sam giggled and I smiled at the thought.

"Yeah, I guess they are. We gave each other nicknames when we were little and they just kind of stuck,"

"Maybe we can be friends too and give each other cool nicknames!" Sam suddenly exclaimed, his excitement flowing through him as he jumped up and down.

"Yeah! That'd be cool!" Dylan agreed and I turned to Iggy, who huffed but nodded his acceptance.

"Riders! Start your engines!" A voice yelled and all four of us shared a look and yelled a 'good luck' to each other before sprinting over to our dirt bikes. Mine was midnight black with silver exhaust pipes. I loved my bike so much that I always made my dad help me wash it on the weekends until it sparkled. He'd always laugh and shake his head but it was undeniable that I would do anything to keep it in its best condition, so he went along with my pleas to wash it.

I quickly hopped onto my dirt bike, snapping the kickstand up with a flick of my foot and slamming down on the starter until the engine purred ferociously. I turned around to grab my full face helmet off the back of the bike and shoved it on my head, tightened the thick strap under my chin and pushed the visor down to cover my whole face before turning back to the course laid out in front of me.

A yellow flag was waved in the air saying if you weren't ready you better get ready, and then, all too soon, the green flag was thrown down and ten dirt bikes of various colors took off into the dirt.

The bright sun glinted off of every piece of metal in sight as the people sitting in the bleachers cheered for whoever they came to see. Somewhere in the back of my my mind I could hear my older sister, Ella, yelling my name to the course, cheering me on as I leaped over mounds of dirt with my precious dirt bike and leaned into turns effortlessly. Soon it was all a blur of adrenaline, pointless noise, and dirt hills. Everything was at a stand still and I was moving at the speed of light. It was amazing to live in this moment. To feel like you were flying. To not think about anything and yet have everything on your mind.

But before I could even feel myself falling into that special trance I got into around the fifth lap the checkered flag waved in my face and I pressed on the breaks, jerking the wheel to the left to slide to a halt, throwing up dirt and mud as I did so.

After I had tossed my helmet off and got off my bike, I found Iggy a few feet away talking with Dylan and Sam, who both threw their heads back to laugh at something my best friend had said. Cautiously, I walked towards them, feeling the shyness inside of me creep its way up as I wondered if they were having a good time without me.

"Hey Fang! You were amazing!" Dylan spoke up when the trio finally noticed me. I laughed nervously, shaking my head.

"I was alright, but you guys, wow! You have some serious skill," I complimented and Iggy nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, but I totally won," he grinned at me and winked and I rolled my eyes.

"Oh please, it was obviously me who won." I said, thinking back to the last moments of the race. Iggy has been close, definitely, but I could have sworn I came out on top.

"Uh guys, I think you're both wrong. It was me," Sam spoke up, the stutter nowhere around anymore as he smirked at all of us. He was very close by the end, but so was Dylan, who soon brought that point up.

"Huh," I muttered, and we all fell into an awkward silence as we stood there, the four of us, all sure we had won.

All of us found something to lean on as the time passed by and the heat began to creep into our jackets. We all took them off, one by one. Leaving Dylan and Sam in white tee shirts and Iggy and I shirtless. We never bothered to wear anything under our protective outfits because we both got too hot even with any unneeded layers.

"I wonder what's taking them so long," Sam muttered as he finished tying the sleeves of his jacket around his waist. He managed to take a few steps towards the judge panel before falling flat on his face, his laces once again tricking him into a false sense of security.

The three of us burst out laughing as Sam grumbled under his breath, and pushed himself into a sitting position as he glared at his untied shoelaces. Although after a few minutes he must have shook it off because he joined in on our laughter as Dylan helped him to his feet.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! The results are in! For the first time in Little League Motocross history there has not only been a tie, but a four way tie! Therefore the prize will be split four ways. And the first place victors are…" The man's voice trailed off as we all looked between each other, our laughter having faded away into a memory.

"Nicolas Ride! James Griffiths! Dylan Walker! And Sam Davis!" Instantly, the crowd erupted in cheers of congratulations, but all the four of us could do was stare at each other. We had all tied. All of us. Somehow we had managed to see each other's speed and agility and match it. Somehow we had done something nobody before us could pull off. A four way tie.

"Wow," Sam was the first one to break the silence, just barely breathing out the word, letting us all know this wasn't a dream. It was reality. This was real. We had all won a trophy.

"I know," Iggy mumbled, nodding in agreement.

"Well," I recovered finally, watching out of the corner of my eye as Dylan shook himself out of it as well. "What are we waiting for? Let's go celebrate! Pizza on me!" I exclaimed brightly and the three others cheered loudly before we all got on our dirt bikes and raced them to the parking lot. In that moment something clicked in the world. Something gleamed throughout the universe that couldn't quite be explained.

A friendship, a bond between four winners, that could go through all the trials, and races in the world, but nothing would ruin it. Or so we thought, anyways.

Okay, yeah, the beginning was cheesy, but it's also adorable. I hope you guys are enjoying it so far and I'm always a few chapters ahead so I'll attempt to keep updates weekly.

Please review and any constructive criticism would be much appreciated

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