Hey, this is F-16. This is my attempt at the Ars Amatoria. I hope you like it.

To the people waiting for me to update my other story, I'm still writing it. I'll get it up soon so no angry complaints...please.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Wish I did, but I don't.

Friends

Will rolled over in bed and looked at the clock that sat on his bedside table. The green, luminouse numbers read 12:28. He sighed and slipped out of bed. His barefeet made no sound on the wood floors as he walked out of his room and downstairs.

He stood in the hallway, caught between the tv and food. Which one? The thought of the rest of that chocolate cake that was sitting, undisturbed in the fridge, quickly won the battle. He entered the dark kitchen and guided himself by memory to the refridgerator. He grasped the handle and opened it, the dim glow filled the room.

"Hey, stranger."

Startled, Will spun around to see Ronny sitting at the counter, the chocolate cake sitting next to her and fork in hand. Will regained his composure and smiled. "You gonna save any of that for me?"

"Only if you bring some milk with you," smiled Ronny.

A little defeated, Will flicked on one of the lights, grabbed the half gallon jug of milk, a fork, and two glasses, bringing them over to the counter. "Happy, princess?" He asked, sitting down on the stool next to hers. He put some milk in his glass and tried to get at the cake, but Ronny pulled it away. He sighed and filled her glass as well. Ronny pushed the cake over so that it was between them. "So? What brings you to the kitchen so late?" He asked, his mouth full of cake. Not his most charming appearance, but he didn't really care this late at night.

"I could ask you the same question," said Ronny, swallowing her bite.

"To bad, I asked first."

Ronny shrugged. "I couldn't sleep. A fight before bed time is enough to set my adrenaline off. Now I know never to do that again." She spooned another piece of the cake into her mouth and took a drink. "You?"

"I don't know? I just didn't feel very tired."

Ronny laughed. "Two adrenaline junkies not able to sleep. Why am I not surprised."

"Of course, with chocolate in my system, I'm gonna be wide awake for the rest of the night."

Ronny liked off her fork and pointed it at him. "You know, I hadn't thought of that. That means we've gotta do something to fill the rest of the time tonight."

Will groaned. "I don't like where this is going."

"We should race."

"Foot race. You'll cheat."

Ronny rolled her eyes. "No, silly. I meant motorcycle racing." She paused, a slight grin on hr face. "The only problem is, the garage is locked." She shot a sideways glance at Will, who was slowly placing that cocky smile onto his face.

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The garage was open, but there was one thing Will hadn't counted on. Andrew Hartford had placed a lock on the motorcycles. It was no problem, of course, but it was still a pain in the butt.

"Come on, Will. We don't have forever."

Will looked reprouchfully at Ronny then turned back to his work. One lock broken. Now to the next bike. "You know, the only reason I'm doing this is because I like you."

"Oooh. You like me," Ronny said in a playfull voice.

"You know what I mean…there. Done. I like you as a friend." Will sat down on his bike as Ronny revved up the other on.

"Okay. Well I 'like you as a friend' too."

For some strange reason, Will felt his heart beating a little faster. "So, what's the course?" he asked casually.

"Hmmm. I'm just feeling like a little drive right now."

"What! That is definitely not the Ronny I know."

"Okay, you pick the trail."

"What's going to take all night?"

"How 'bout we go around the edge of town. It's small enough. The first one back here wins," said Ronny. Her voice slightly muffled as she put on her helmet.

Will did the same as he agreed. He put on his gloves and the two high fived as the garage door opened. The two revved their bikes.

"On your mark," said Ronny. "Get set…GO!"

The two sped down the gravel driveway and into the street.

Friends was a good start for anyone.

A/N

I hope you liked it. I think it was a little cheesy at the end, but you decide. And the only way you can let me know is to review, so please review.

See ya later, F-16.