Dirt

~Chapter 1~

This song is lit^ Especially for us dirt bike peeps

"Christian put me down!" I yelled, and he slowed his laughter, putting me down. "Fine B, you win this one." I smirked, "Chris, I win all of them."

He slung an arm over my shoulder, and we walked to the kitchen. We released, and I leaned on the counter as he searched the fridge. "Lemonade?" He asked, and I nodded. "He poured us both a glass, and I drank a long gulp.

"Can you get me a straw?" I asked, and he nodded, heading for the silverware drawer. Christian knew where everything was in this house. He's here almost everyday, but his dad doesn't mind, he likes our family and Chris is getting in practice.

"Here, hey, you want to go out and pop some wheelies?" He asked, passing me a straw, and I nodded. "I'm done. The 250 is jacked right now, we need to use the 200 and 300. I call 200, I'm still not strong enough for 3." I told him, and he grinned. "Let's go!"

We raced outside to the shop, and we slapped our gear on faster than ever, speeding to my track.

I'm Brooke Martin, but most people call me B, or Bam bam- my initials is BAM. My life revolves around motorcross and dirt biking, but don't worry I won't speak total biker on you like I just did to Chris. He's my best friend, Chris, and I've known him all my life. We do everything together, and nothing can separate us.

I whipped to the right, raising my body, and looking at Chris to the side. He held up a rocker hand sign, and stuck his tongue out, with his feet on the handle bars. I laughed, and we landed smoothly.

We rode for hours, when I saw my mom's car pull in. I waved down Chris, and we rode over to her. She was holding some groceries, and shaking her head. "I don't like you out when I'm not home! Now, help me carry these, and boots off at the door." She told us, and we kicked out the kickstands, and headed for the house.

"Hey, what's for dinner mom?" I asked her, and she looked at me, glaring. "Take your dirty gloves off of my counter, and tacos."

"Yes!" Chris fist bumped the air, and I rolled my eyes. "So I take it you're staying tonight Chris? Figured as much." My mom chuckled, and ruffing his sweaty hair. "Eh, are you guys going back out?" She asked, and I shook my head. "Guess not." Chris told her.

"Okay, well go put away your gear and then get back in so you can shower. Not together Chris." She looked at him, and he grinned. "Darn."

"Christian!" She scolded, and I hit him with my gloves.

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"You get the other bathroom." I told Chris as I headed for my bathroom. "See you in ten." He told me, and I waved goodbye. I grabbed my towel, and headed for the bathroom. I stripped down, and jumped into the shower, the hot water hitting my back made me feel good, but tired. I knew I still had to stay up with Chris, so I shot myself with some ice water, and hopped out. Hopefully I'd be waken up now.

I got out, wrapped the towel around my body, and headed to my room. As usual, Chris was on my bed, scrolling through his phone, and I searched my drawers for clothes. I threw on my fox sweats and a racerback tank-top, not caring about him, and threw myself over him.

"Ugh!" He grunted, and I laughed. He wasn't wearing a shirt, since he never wears anything, and I hid my head in his neck. I looked over, and saw he had some nicer abs than usual. "Oooh Chris! You have better abs all of a sudden!" I complimented him, and he smiled shyly, then he hugged me, tossing his phone aside, and we cuddled. I looked at him, and he looked at me.

I smiled slyly, and licked his nose. "Ew Brooke! Don't lick me!" I played, licking my face all over. "I licked you once! Gross." I cringed, pushing him away. "Dinner!" My mom called to us, and I jumped up. Chris pulled me back down and he jumped up himself. Brat.

We ran downstairs, and ate dinner like usual- talking about riders, who'd win the championship, and Chris's training. I was always nervous when he went out to race, but I knew he'd be fine.

Once we finished eating, we headed for the living room. Chris flipped through the channels, and he chose some sci-fi movie I hadn't heard of. He looked at me, but I wasn't watching, enveloped in my book. It was a chain of murders, and I needed to finish it.

Then I heard him toss the remote off to the side, so I bookmarked my page, and put it on the little table to my left.

I looked over to Chris, and he smiled. Then he grabbed my legs, and pulled them towards him. "Oof!" I grunted, and he pulled me over to him on the couch. He kissed my forehead, and I curled up into his arm. "Today was fun." He said, and I nodded. "How's your dad been about everything?"

"Eh, he's fine. He's just been really serious about my future. It's going to be hard soon, he's been all about my racing, and nothing else, it's like he's obsessed with me winning." Chris replied, and I traced his abs. "Sorry Chris. It'll be better after a few weeks. You're racing in Hollister, so you should be okay, if you win- excuse me, when you win."

He laughed and hugged me tightly. "Let's hope so."

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I woke up from the sun shining through my curtains, and into my eyes. Chris had his arms wrapped around me, and I knew I wasn't going anywhere. His arms were like superglue, once they had their grip, they were not letting go. I shifted, and he breathed heavily. I turned just enough to see his face, and saw he was really sleeping. So I turned back over to see my clock, it was 9:33. We should be up by now.

And that's when I made the frightening decision to wake up Chis. I grabbed his nose, and squeezed. His eyes shot open, and he jumped up, knocking me off of the bed.

"Chris!" I whined on the floor, and he looked over the side of my bed. "You know not to mess with my sleep."

"True, but it's already 9:30." I told him, and he shot up. "Shoot! I gotta go!" He grabbed his sweatshirt, and ran downstairs. "Wa- where are you going? Christian!" I shouted, running after him. He was outside, hopping into his truck, and I grabbed on his door. "Where are you going?"

"I'll explain later tonight, come over later! Bye Brooke!" He said, and I let go of the door as he sped off. My mom ran outside, and she stood next to me. "Where'd Chris head off to? You guys get in a fight?" She asked, and I shook my head. "We don't fight mom, and he said he'd tell me later tonight."

"All best friends get in fights, but you have to make it work when you do. If you do, you only come out stronger." She replied, and I sighed. "Mom, we didn't get in a fight."

"Alrighty then, come on, your brother is coming home today, so you need to help me clean up a bit." I rolled my eyes, "Mom! He doesn't care! Besides, it's just Josh, he isn't the queen."

"Yeah but we need to celebrate, he won his race." I nodded, and we headed inside.

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Sup guys, this is my 3rd official book, read if you enjoyed. I had some fun with this, because I really relate to this story, I race dirt bikes all the time, so let's keep going shall we?