A/N: The next part of our two favorite seven year old adventure... :) Michelle and I are in the middle of writing the next two chapters. So be on the lookout... also, we are announcing winners really soon for our first official challenges... PLUS, we got issued a two challenged, so far, I think we will be writing one of them for sure. So if you have challenges for us, please post them on our official FORUM. :) Hopefully you guys enjoy this update...

Title: The Lesson about Poodles with its fur dyed Pink

Author: ttran59

Challenge:

- Miley learning to ride a bike

- a poodle who has pink fur

- chocolate ice cream

"You better be holding on, Nathanial Grey!" Shouted the tiny brunette, her long curly hair cascaded down her back, as her little hands gripped the white handlebar.

It was another day in the sunny air of Toulca Lake, CA, and a perfect day, for a day on a bike. The bike was every girl's dream, from the sparkly pink chrome finished, to the white tassel handlebars, the bike was made for one girl. And that girl would not accept anything less than perfection. The only thing in the way of her perfect day on her perfect bike was... the fact that she had absolutely no idea how to ride the darn thing.

So with her tiny hands clamped around the handlebars, her white sandaled feet stepping on the pedal, the brown curly hair boy gripping the back end of the bike hoisting up the contraption, as she slowly made her way down the block.

His little feet running to keep in step with the rolling wheel of bike, he let out an exasperated sigh, "I am!"

With an abrupt halt, the tiny legs immediately stop pedaling, as he ran into the back wheel groaning in pain. His hands gripping hand to keep the bike balanced as the set of blue eyes glared at the boy, the little girl shouted, "If I fall, you will be in big trouble!"

Nodding his head in defeat, he followed closely behind her, as she continued her journey down the block. The minutes ticked, as they got farther down the road, Miley finding momentum, as she pedal the wheel on the bike, the speed picking up. The sound of Nate's shoe sole, slapping against the pavement as he ran after her, his hand breaking contact from the back seat. Slowly, he lent over at his waist, panting, as he tried to catch his breath only to glance up to see Miley's curly locks billowing against the wind.

He watched as she slowly became a distant figure, before he finally regained his breath of air. Everything was fine, until he heard her loud screeching scream. In an instant his eyes glanced up landing on the figure toppling onto the hard ground, her bike falling onto her body. Quickly he ran over to the little girl, his eyes wide with fright.

There she laid on the ground, skinned knee, as the tears slowly seeped down her cheek. The sound of her wailing risen in volume as Nate got closer, he quickly fell to her side, gathering her into his arms. With all her might, she pushed her arms forward, against his chest, shoving him off her as she wipe the tears from her face.

With one look on her furious face, he knew he was in trouble.

"I told you not to let go!" she yelled, rubbing her bleeding knee.

He wore the expression of guilt, his gaze downcast onto her injured leg, "I'm sorry, I was trying to catch my breath. Are you ok?"

Shaking her head, her lips pouted into a frown.

"What happen?" Nate voice asked cautiously.

Her voice quivered, as she glanced over to the fallen heap of her bike, beneath the frame was a moving figure, "I ran over a dog."

Pushing himself off the ground and over to her bike, he pulled up the bike frame revealing a little pink poodle, shaking in fear. Stroking it softly, the dog glance over at Nate before standing up, and quickly running off.

Turning around he saw Miley's tiny body, still on the ground, her knees pulled up to her chest. Wearing the largest pout as the tears trickled down her face, she quietly said, "I never want to ride a bike again."

Sighing, Nate slowly made his way over to his best friend, settling onto the ground beside her. Placing a gentle arms onto her shoulder, as she rested her head onto his, he spoke softly, "Don't say that Miley. It's ok, we can try again later, how about we go back to my house and get my mom to take us to go get ice cream?"

Turning her head to meet his gaze, her voice soft, "Can I get Chocolate?"

"Of course! Now let's get this bike back home. And next time, remember to not run over Poodle's with pink fur."

A/N: Reviews are always sweet! Just like chocolate ice cream.