Note- Carli and the plot are mine. Nothing else.
To my wonderful reviewers- MissLKid- Thank you for reviewing the most. You rock! Three cheers for Miss L! Yay! Yay! Yay!
ShyX- Blah, I tried to space them out but when the came up on fanfic they got blocked again and- is it just me or are weird little lettery things showing up? They aren't on the original chapters but when I put them up they are acting weird…
SodapopC- I guess you get to find out now!
Note- If anyone reads this and has a heart, please review! Also, please answer the question to ShyX- it would help a lot! Thanks for reading, no scratch that, I am only thanking reviewers this time. (Puts on stubborn face)
I woke up that morning before everyone else. I didn't really feel like facing Soda and since today I didn't have work, I needed something to do. So I got up and went outside and looked for some odd jobs. I found a few and made almost $50 dollars by the end of the day. I had been hoping Soda was to drunk to remember last night but I doubted it. I knew I would have to face him someday. So I went back. It was horrible. I quickly realized that if Soda wasn't talking to me, no one was. I just sat there. To stubborn to do anything about it. I could tell Soda remembered thought, he couldn't bring him self to talk to me, even to say hi, and he avoided me. Oh great. Only two more weeks though. Only two more weeks.
On Tuesday, when I went to the DX, I was greeted with a very pleased Steve. "Well Carli, I did it, I knew I could fix it and I did." "It's done?!?" I asked happily. I ran to my bike and sat on it. I wanted to ride so bad. I wanted to ride so bad. But I knew I couldn't. So I got off and aloud myself to hold on to the handle bars. After a few minutes, I knew I had some business to get done. It would be easier with Soda, since he was a generally nicer person, but I was still too embarrassed to talk to him. Instead I forced myself to talk to Steve. "Hey Steve?" "Yeah" "You know, I don't have the money, at this second. But would it be ok if I gave it to you at the end of the month?" I would be long gone by then. I think he knew it. "Of course you can, but the bike has to stay here till then." He said. My jaw dropped. I wanted my bike! I couldn't wait any longer. At least it was fixed. But still. I couldn't ride it. I stormed out of the DX shop. I fingered the bike's key, still strapped around my neck with a piece of string. I wanted my bike! I needed to ride it. I could bring it back! I would! But I couldn't. An idea sprung in my head.
Now it was 12:00, midnight. As I walked threw the streets everything was to silent for me. I longed for the roar of my bike. I started to approach my destination. The DX. I went in threw the back window, which was left open for some stupid reason- and snuck in. I pressed the button I saw Soda press the first day I was here when he was closing the DX. It made the garage close so people couldn't come in. And- just like I hoped, it also made it open. I grabbed my helmet (which I had brought with me) and strapped it on. The moment I saw my bike, I realized how much I missed it. I jumped on and took the key off my neck and turned it on. I drove out to the street, loving it. I'm free, I said. I was free. Finally. I sped up a little, since there were no other cars on the road. The wind whipped my face and hair. I felt like I was flying. I thought about leaving- I wanted to. But I had told myself that I would bring it back. It was a matter of pride. But I wanted to go so bad. After about an hour or so of riding, I brought her back to the DX. I went in again and opened the garage and parked her. I then closed the garage and went back for one last goodbye before tomorrow. I started to take of my helmet but I saw something. It was standing right there. It flicked the light on and I dropped my helmet. It was Soda.
To my wonderful reviewers- MissLKid- Thank you for reviewing the most. You rock! Three cheers for Miss L! Yay! Yay! Yay!
ShyX- Blah, I tried to space them out but when the came up on fanfic they got blocked again and- is it just me or are weird little lettery things showing up? They aren't on the original chapters but when I put them up they are acting weird…
SodapopC- I guess you get to find out now!
Note- If anyone reads this and has a heart, please review! Also, please answer the question to ShyX- it would help a lot! Thanks for reading, no scratch that, I am only thanking reviewers this time. (Puts on stubborn face)
I woke up that morning before everyone else. I didn't really feel like facing Soda and since today I didn't have work, I needed something to do. So I got up and went outside and looked for some odd jobs. I found a few and made almost $50 dollars by the end of the day. I had been hoping Soda was to drunk to remember last night but I doubted it. I knew I would have to face him someday. So I went back. It was horrible. I quickly realized that if Soda wasn't talking to me, no one was. I just sat there. To stubborn to do anything about it. I could tell Soda remembered thought, he couldn't bring him self to talk to me, even to say hi, and he avoided me. Oh great. Only two more weeks though. Only two more weeks.
On Tuesday, when I went to the DX, I was greeted with a very pleased Steve. "Well Carli, I did it, I knew I could fix it and I did." "It's done?!?" I asked happily. I ran to my bike and sat on it. I wanted to ride so bad. I wanted to ride so bad. But I knew I couldn't. So I got off and aloud myself to hold on to the handle bars. After a few minutes, I knew I had some business to get done. It would be easier with Soda, since he was a generally nicer person, but I was still too embarrassed to talk to him. Instead I forced myself to talk to Steve. "Hey Steve?" "Yeah" "You know, I don't have the money, at this second. But would it be ok if I gave it to you at the end of the month?" I would be long gone by then. I think he knew it. "Of course you can, but the bike has to stay here till then." He said. My jaw dropped. I wanted my bike! I couldn't wait any longer. At least it was fixed. But still. I couldn't ride it. I stormed out of the DX shop. I fingered the bike's key, still strapped around my neck with a piece of string. I wanted my bike! I needed to ride it. I could bring it back! I would! But I couldn't. An idea sprung in my head.
Now it was 12:00, midnight. As I walked threw the streets everything was to silent for me. I longed for the roar of my bike. I started to approach my destination. The DX. I went in threw the back window, which was left open for some stupid reason- and snuck in. I pressed the button I saw Soda press the first day I was here when he was closing the DX. It made the garage close so people couldn't come in. And- just like I hoped, it also made it open. I grabbed my helmet (which I had brought with me) and strapped it on. The moment I saw my bike, I realized how much I missed it. I jumped on and took the key off my neck and turned it on. I drove out to the street, loving it. I'm free, I said. I was free. Finally. I sped up a little, since there were no other cars on the road. The wind whipped my face and hair. I felt like I was flying. I thought about leaving- I wanted to. But I had told myself that I would bring it back. It was a matter of pride. But I wanted to go so bad. After about an hour or so of riding, I brought her back to the DX. I went in again and opened the garage and parked her. I then closed the garage and went back for one last goodbye before tomorrow. I started to take of my helmet but I saw something. It was standing right there. It flicked the light on and I dropped my helmet. It was Soda.
