Number 14 already? Whoa. Krent flies by. Nope, the Power Rangers aren't mine.
Bonus candy corn for the person who picks up on a reference to a franchise I don't own.
Fourteen: Dare (post "Ranger Green")
"This is a bad idea," Trent Fernandez told his girlfriend Kira Ford, who just rolled her eyes. "You had an ATV as the White Ranger."
"This is different." Trent shook his head. "Have you been spending time with Conner again?"
"No, Tori was just telling me about it and I thought it would be fun to do."
"This is a bad idea," Trent repeated. Kira just kissed him headily so that he was dazed (and to be honest, so was she) when they pulled apart.
"Please?"
"Only because I love you."
"Thank you, Trent!" she beamed, throwing her arms around him. Trent returned the hug, his stomach still unsure of this course of action. But then she kissed him again, so that next thing Trent knew his back was pressed against the fridge in Kira's apartment, the two of them wrapped up in their world of two. At least until the phone rang with another RPM-related update from Dr. O. Their former mentor was way too pumped about having a Black and a Green Ranger on the same team again.
The next Sunday found them on a motocross track just outside of Blue Bay Harbor, being given an informal lesson by Dustin on how to do motocross. He finished by saying:
"Dudes, you're literally riding a bike. Nothing to it!"
Both were geared up; Kira in black and yellow, Trent in black and white. Their bikes matched their gear clothes and protective gear. Dustin was in yellow and grey. Strapping on his helmet Dustin said, "Okay, enough talking. Let's get messy!"
With that Dustin vroomed off on his bike. Trent looked pale, a real feat for the tawny-skinned man. Kira gave him a cute smile, her golden hair in a bun at the nape of her neck.
"Stop worrying, Trent. It's not anything daring compared to what we went through during senior year."
"True." Trent realized that motocross couldn't possibly be as physiologically damaging as everything he went through that year. Although physically damaging might be another story. However motocross could be worth the risk; he hadn't risked telling Kira his feelings which had gotten him two and a half years of unneeded heartache. Maybe taking a dare once in a while wasn't so bad. Although the next time he encountered a weird portal he would run and never look back. Dares weren't always worth the risk. But he put on his helmet anyway.
"I bet you can't beat me to the end!"
"I daresay I can," Kira retorted with a grin, putting on her own helmet. Gunning the engine, Trent took off with Kira right behind him.