Xander stood straddled over his bike, staring at the hilly track. He
licked his lips, concentrating. He watched as Kolya flew over the track,
doing different tricks and showing off.
Well aware that everyone was watching, he slammed his helmet down over his face and revved the engine to his bike. He took out over the rough track, popping up over a few smaller hills and finally getting some air on a bigger one. He let go of the handlebars and grabbed the back of the seat of the bike and stretched his entire body out behind the bike.
"Man, look at the air on that Superman Seat-Grab," Viktor laughed from his seat on the small bleachers that sat near the track. He leaned back and took a long swallow of vodka.
Lindsey could smell the alcohol all around her. She breathed in deeply and leaned back against Mirror Man's legs.
Samantha, Tumbler, Kolya, Xander, Yorgi, Kit and Sophie were tearing up the track on their BMX bikes.
Lindsey claimed to have a headache. The others had let her off because of it. But in reality, she just couldn't stand to be that close to Xander. Just watching him was driving her nuts. She didn't know why she had kissed him. It had just happened. And she was pissed.
"Holy shit!" Viktor shouted.
Lindsey looked up suddenly to see Yorgi's bike lying in the dirt, the front wheel still spinning.
"Yorgi!" she screamed and leapt from the bleachers. She ran to where his body lay, perfectly still. She knelt beside him, placing one hand on his back. "Are you okay?"
"Don't move," Tumbler instructed, suddenly appearing next to them. "Hold still, Yorgi."
"Mmm," Yorgi answered, never moving a fraction of an inch.
Tumbler checked him over. "Do you hurt anywhere?"
"Da," Yorgi answered.
"Where?"
"My chest. I think I just got the wind knocked out of me. Is no problem."
"Are you sure, dude?"
"Da," Yorgi answered again. "Lindsey, my sweet dove, help me up."
Lindsey hooked one of Yorgi's arms around her shoulders and pulled him to his feet. He leaned on her, breathing hard. "Damned machine," Yorgi said and spat on his bike. "I always hated you anyway."
With a snicker, Lindsey began to lead Yorgi back to the bleachers.
"No," he argued. "I can do it myself. I'm fine." He shook his arm off of her shoulders and proudly strode towards the bleachers.
Lindsey stared after him, shaking her head.
"Is he okay?"
Lindsey froze at the sound of the deep, rich voice. "I think so."
Xander pushed his kickstand down and walked to stand next to her. "Look, we gotta talk."
She never looked at him. She continued to stare towards the bleachers. "About what?"
"You know what about."
She turned to him suddenly. "X, I need some time to think, okay? Please. Just let me think."
He nodded slowly. "Okay. Just let me know when you want to talk."
"Thanks." With that, she turned and walked to sit beside Yorgi.
"What were you and X talking about?" he asked.
She shrugged. "He was just wondering if you were okay."
Yorgi huffed. "I can't sneeze around here without everyone shitting a brick."
Lindsey snickered. "Well, that was a bit more than a sneeze."
"It was practically a cough."
She shook her head. "We would all be out of a job if something happened to you. That's why we care."
Yorgi stared at her for a minute. "That is only reason?"
"Yeah, pretty much," she answered.
He laughed. "Maybe I will put all of you out of jobs anyway and get new employees."
"New employees maybe," she said, leaning her elbows on her knees. "But what about your friends? Can we be so easily replaced?"
Yorgi shook his head. "No. True friends can never be replaced."
A small smile played across Lindsey's lips. "Thank you."
"So when do we get to meet new boyfriend of yours?"
"For God's sake, Yorgi!" Lindsey screeched. "Just leave me alone about it!" She fell to her side.
"Drama bitch," Yorgi muttered and reached for the bottle of Vodka Viktor held.
"Christ," Lindsey muttered as Kolya walked up for a glass of water.
Kolya stared at her for a moment. "I told you, I am not Christ."
"Oh, Lordy," Lindsey muttered, covering her face with her arms. "Does it never end?"
Kolya leaned close to her. "No," he whispered.
Lindsey groaned and pushed him away. "Go break something, Kolya," she commanded, referring to the last time he had broke his arm.
"Okay. Only this time, I break my brother. Haha!" Kolya said, climbing into the stands.
"I swear to you, I will kill you if you touch me!" Yorgi roared.
"Fine," Kolya said sullenly and turned away, pouting. "I'll break Kirill then instead." He made a move for the gunman, but Kirill quickly pulled a pistol and held it out threateningly.
"Damn!" Kolya cried and jumped off the bleachers. He grabbed a paper cup and began to fill it with water from a cooler. "You know what, Lins?"
"What, sweetie?"
"I wish I were Christ."
"And why is that?"
"The first commandment would be: thou shall not be boring."
Lindsey laughed and Kolya grabbed his bike and took out for the track again. Half because he was bored and half because Kirill was setting the site on his gun.
Well aware that everyone was watching, he slammed his helmet down over his face and revved the engine to his bike. He took out over the rough track, popping up over a few smaller hills and finally getting some air on a bigger one. He let go of the handlebars and grabbed the back of the seat of the bike and stretched his entire body out behind the bike.
"Man, look at the air on that Superman Seat-Grab," Viktor laughed from his seat on the small bleachers that sat near the track. He leaned back and took a long swallow of vodka.
Lindsey could smell the alcohol all around her. She breathed in deeply and leaned back against Mirror Man's legs.
Samantha, Tumbler, Kolya, Xander, Yorgi, Kit and Sophie were tearing up the track on their BMX bikes.
Lindsey claimed to have a headache. The others had let her off because of it. But in reality, she just couldn't stand to be that close to Xander. Just watching him was driving her nuts. She didn't know why she had kissed him. It had just happened. And she was pissed.
"Holy shit!" Viktor shouted.
Lindsey looked up suddenly to see Yorgi's bike lying in the dirt, the front wheel still spinning.
"Yorgi!" she screamed and leapt from the bleachers. She ran to where his body lay, perfectly still. She knelt beside him, placing one hand on his back. "Are you okay?"
"Don't move," Tumbler instructed, suddenly appearing next to them. "Hold still, Yorgi."
"Mmm," Yorgi answered, never moving a fraction of an inch.
Tumbler checked him over. "Do you hurt anywhere?"
"Da," Yorgi answered.
"Where?"
"My chest. I think I just got the wind knocked out of me. Is no problem."
"Are you sure, dude?"
"Da," Yorgi answered again. "Lindsey, my sweet dove, help me up."
Lindsey hooked one of Yorgi's arms around her shoulders and pulled him to his feet. He leaned on her, breathing hard. "Damned machine," Yorgi said and spat on his bike. "I always hated you anyway."
With a snicker, Lindsey began to lead Yorgi back to the bleachers.
"No," he argued. "I can do it myself. I'm fine." He shook his arm off of her shoulders and proudly strode towards the bleachers.
Lindsey stared after him, shaking her head.
"Is he okay?"
Lindsey froze at the sound of the deep, rich voice. "I think so."
Xander pushed his kickstand down and walked to stand next to her. "Look, we gotta talk."
She never looked at him. She continued to stare towards the bleachers. "About what?"
"You know what about."
She turned to him suddenly. "X, I need some time to think, okay? Please. Just let me think."
He nodded slowly. "Okay. Just let me know when you want to talk."
"Thanks." With that, she turned and walked to sit beside Yorgi.
"What were you and X talking about?" he asked.
She shrugged. "He was just wondering if you were okay."
Yorgi huffed. "I can't sneeze around here without everyone shitting a brick."
Lindsey snickered. "Well, that was a bit more than a sneeze."
"It was practically a cough."
She shook her head. "We would all be out of a job if something happened to you. That's why we care."
Yorgi stared at her for a minute. "That is only reason?"
"Yeah, pretty much," she answered.
He laughed. "Maybe I will put all of you out of jobs anyway and get new employees."
"New employees maybe," she said, leaning her elbows on her knees. "But what about your friends? Can we be so easily replaced?"
Yorgi shook his head. "No. True friends can never be replaced."
A small smile played across Lindsey's lips. "Thank you."
"So when do we get to meet new boyfriend of yours?"
"For God's sake, Yorgi!" Lindsey screeched. "Just leave me alone about it!" She fell to her side.
"Drama bitch," Yorgi muttered and reached for the bottle of Vodka Viktor held.
"Christ," Lindsey muttered as Kolya walked up for a glass of water.
Kolya stared at her for a moment. "I told you, I am not Christ."
"Oh, Lordy," Lindsey muttered, covering her face with her arms. "Does it never end?"
Kolya leaned close to her. "No," he whispered.
Lindsey groaned and pushed him away. "Go break something, Kolya," she commanded, referring to the last time he had broke his arm.
"Okay. Only this time, I break my brother. Haha!" Kolya said, climbing into the stands.
"I swear to you, I will kill you if you touch me!" Yorgi roared.
"Fine," Kolya said sullenly and turned away, pouting. "I'll break Kirill then instead." He made a move for the gunman, but Kirill quickly pulled a pistol and held it out threateningly.
"Damn!" Kolya cried and jumped off the bleachers. He grabbed a paper cup and began to fill it with water from a cooler. "You know what, Lins?"
"What, sweetie?"
"I wish I were Christ."
"And why is that?"
"The first commandment would be: thou shall not be boring."
Lindsey laughed and Kolya grabbed his bike and took out for the track again. Half because he was bored and half because Kirill was setting the site on his gun.