Syrus's feet pounded on the machine below as he made his way down with a help of Jaden's hand.
"Lets go grab Chumley.." Jaden muttered as Syrus began to pull his bike and Jaden grabbing his skateboard.
Two houses down was Chumleys house with a colorful garden the had taken place up front. The house looked small from looking at the outside area, butit was quite roomy inside. Jaden whipped a Pop-Shoove-It and hopped off his skateboard as he made his way up the driveway. Syrus got off his bike at the sidewalk that connected the drive way to the house. Jaden knocked loudly, the door creaked oppen as the fat Chumley ommerged in a white tee with cut-off sleeves and a small chili dog in his hand, half eaten. The guy scratched his head.
"Heya Chum, did ya wanna come out and catch some air at the ramps in the park with me and Sy?" asked Jaden with a wide smile.
"Please come back after breakfast," Chumley mumered grogaly and shut the door softly.
"Man," Jaden whispered to Syrus, "That guy and his food."
"I dont see how he can stand being so tired and fed up everyday," Syrus whispered back. Jaden yawned and put his hands behind his head to relax himself. He began walking,
"Well, lets hurry, Zane 'ull go nuts if he finds out you're gone again.
Jaden hopped aboard his skate board and Syrus with his bike and both rode down the black street.
"So..." Jaden paused, "Whadda ya think about Alexis, eh?" Jaden poked Syrus with his elbow, Syrus blushed wildly!
"What are you saying," he began as his faced blended into a mild fixture, "Shes too tall for me anyway."
Jaden began to chuckle as if dragging hs buddy into a pointless conversation.
"C'mon, thats no way close to true." he murmered. A car came through the road as the two slid over to the right side. Jaden pushed his foot, speeding his skateboard. Another car, a Corvet,sped its way down the rode, but the one thing that became unuaual is that the freaking thing was heading rightfor Syrus and Jaden. Syrus gripped his handelbars and swirved as the bike flipped sideways, knocking Jaden from his leggs. The two fell down viciously on the concreet as the car, ten feet in front of them, made a doghnut, bathing the black path in smoke and screeching sound.
Jaden caughed loudly and both were covered in black dirt. Chazz Princeton ommerged from the smoke at the front of his door.
"What are you little twirps thinkin," he growled, "That bike almosted messed up my paint job."
Jaden sighed as he muttered to himself, "Drama drama drama..."
Syrus scrambled to try to whipe off the blackness that had covered his jeans, "What's wrong with you, we could've gotten killed and all you care about is you freaking paint job!"
This was the second time that Chazz had swirved down the road at full speed and almost hit someone, still, his rich parents continue to buy him fast cars that enable him to rool over someones head with a D- in driving.