Sammie walked at a fast pace, Dex struggling to keep up behind her. He was out of breath, sweaty and his leg muscles ached like hell. They must've walked miles, all the way from Summer Bay into Mangrove River. Sammie seemed to have no trouble walking the long distance in her Roxy flip-flops, her long brown legs moving fast through the last part of their journey.
"Where exactly are we going?" Dex asked, he'd been wanting to know ever since the two had left the diner about an hour ago.
"You'll see." Sammie said simply, quickening her pace slightly. "We're nearly there now anyway." And with that, she stopped dead and stared out into the distance.
"This is it?" Dex said, staring out into the distance along with his new friend. He was looking at a huge field, full of burnt grass. In the background were a line of thick trees, and a big blue barn - possibly three times the size of Dexter's house.
"This is it." She smiled, continuing on her walk toward the barn. "It's an old barn that's been turned into a dirt biking track. My brother Heath used to bring me up here all the time." She smiled at the memories of getting thrashed by her older brother in the races they used to hold.
"You…brought me dirt biking?" Dex asked, a pained expression on his face.
"Yeah." She looked at him, smiling, honestly clueless. "You don't like dirt biking?"
The Walker boy just shook his head. "You honestly don't know anything about me, do you?" He furrowed his brows together, his look a mixture of curiosity and angst.
"You're a guy!" She declared, they had now reached their destination and she turned to face him, her arms crossed over her chest. "You have to like dirt biking. All the guys I know like dirt biking." Sammie also wore a confused expression.
"Can we just get this over with?" Dex sighed, walking toward a man he assumed owned this place. "Hey sir, do you work here?" Dex asked the man. He was huge; maybe about 6"5, with muscles to rival the incredible Hulk. He was covered in tattoos, and wore a bandana over his head and a sleeveless flannel shirt.
"What's it to you, kid?" He asked gruffly, his voice rough and gravely - probably from years of smoking. Just as Dex was about to turned around and run away, the strange man caught sight of Sammie. "Oh hey Sam, didn't see you there." He laughed, a deep hollow laugh, and stepped toward the much smaller girl. To Dex's surprise, she didn't seem intimidated by the guy at all.
"Hey Nick." The girl smiled the first friendly smile Dex had seen from her. "How's business?""Better than ever." He replied, as if they were just two old friends chatting over nothing. "I've just finished laying a brand new track out back, I'll let you have a go on it if you want."
"I'd love that." Sammie smiled. Dex just watched on, surprisingly interested in the conversation, and wondering how two people who looked so different could be so close.
Then again, Sammie did have a slightly rough look about her. Dex had never seen her wearing any make-up, like his sister Indi and just about every other girl in Summer Bay did. Not that it mattered much, she was still better looking than most of the girls that Dex had ever seen. And she didn't wear fancy clothes either - it was always ripped jeans or shorts and a tank top. Never anything that screamed expensive. She also walked like a dude, Dex had noticed, and had more muscles than he could ever dream of having. She was what Dex would call conventionally attractive, but she didn't seem to realise it, or even take advantage of it.
"So how are your brothers?" Dex snapped back to reality, and began listening to the conversation again.
"They're good." Sammie nodded. "Brax is doing well, and Heath is just…Heath." Her voice sort of trailed off toward the end of her sentence, laced with disappointment.
"Well you'll have to get them down here again some time soon. I'll give them some free rides as a thanks for their little present they gave me."
"Present?" Sammie questioned, cocking her head to the side a little.
"Doesn't matter." Nick smirked. "You don't wanna know! Is it just the two of you?""Yes please." Sammie smiled, handing over the fifty dollar note.
"Have fun kids." Nick raised his eyebrows at Dex, a gesture Dex didn't exactly appreciate. "Don't kill yourselves." He muttered under his breath.
Sammie dragged Dex, with great force, all the way through the barn and out through the back doors, where two big red dirt bikes were parked in front of them. Sammie bounced on the front one, turning on the loud engine immediately. "Hop on." She motioned to the other bike with her thumb.
Dex just stood his ground, shaking his head. "Not that I'm an expert on dirt biking, but don't you need a license to drive one of these?" He tried to act cool, whilst on the inside he was smiling at his genius.
"Don't be a dingbat Dex." She laughed. "Nick doesn't care about licenses. This place isn't exactly above board." She winked at him, revving the engine.
Dex's internal smirk disappeared, and dread filled his entire body. "If you don't feel comfortable hopping on your own bike, just jump on mine."
Dex didn't exactly think that was a good idea, but decided it was going to be the lesser of two evils, and so he jumped on the bike right behind Sammie, carefully wrapping his hands around her slim torso. He could smell her sweet perfume, and the feeling of her soft skin on his made his hairs stand on end.
"Hold on tightly." She shouted over the engine, revving the engine up, and going forward at what Dex could only guess was full speed.
Both teenagers hopped off the red bike; one feeling exhilarated and the other, slightly traumatised. Dex had been scared stiff for the whole ten minutes they had been riding, but had tried to tough it out, not wanting to seem like a wimp in front of Sammie. Eventually though, he just had to tell her to stop. It was all getting too much, and he had visions of them both falling off, their unprotected heads hitting the dried mud with great force.
"That was amazing, right?" Sammie slung her arm around Dex's neck as they walked back to the barn, both very sweaty.
"Sammie, there are many things I would describe as amazing, and what I just went through, is definitely not one of them." Dex snarled.
"You're so weird Dex." Sammie laughed, she turned her body to face him, and pressed her warm body up against his. "It's a good job I like weird.
A/N: Yeah so, as you can probably tell, I moonlight as a professional dirt-biker (I kid.) But seriously, the only thing I know about dirt biking is what I learned from the episode of MADE I watched the other day. So yeah, sorry if I offended any dirt bikers out there with my crappy knowledge. Hope you enjoyed J
