Hey! Monica here. This is simply a random fic that popped into my mind, and was turned into a story of sorts. This has been so much fun to write! As of right now, I do not have an uploading schedule and I'm having to borrow my parents' computer… My laptop is fried :/ Sorry If I don't post as often as I should. I'm really trying.

A teenaged boy, maybe around seventeen years old, sat slouching on the bed of a dark blue truck. His white hair was slicked down by sweat and the helmet that had previously covered his head. His deep red eyes were half-lidded in an expression of boredom, staring at nothing in particular. His shirt was absent due to the Nevada heat, showing off his toned chest and midsection. The handsome boy slowly lifted the water bottle to his lips to down another large gulp of the cool liquid inside.

"Oi, Black*Star." The boy's deep voice came out in a manner he perceived as 'cool', "We should get another moto in before it gets dark."

A shorter boy, around the same age, lifted his head to see his friend through his teal colored bangs. His hair was also in disarray from the helmet one was to wear whilst riding a motorcycle. A white towel hung loosely over his shoulders and down his bare chest. He had been using it to wipe the sweat and dots of clay from his face.

"Alright, Soul. But only if you think you can ride with a BIG STAR like me!" Black*Star announced proudly, jabbing his thumb into his chest with a cheesy grin.

Soul merely rolled his eyes. He had long since become accustomed to the egotistical teen's antics. He pushed himself from the truck bed with a sigh. The heavy, metal toed boots attached to his feet that reached about his mid-calf hit the ground with a 'thud'. He ran a hand through his moist white hair, pushing the sticky bangs from his tanned face. His track pants hung loosely around his hips, letting the elastic band of his boxers show.

The familiar roar of a dirt bike could be heard, making both Soul and Black*Star's head snap to see the source. A freshly washed Kawasaki was headed their way. The rider cut the engine and let the bike roll as he neared a slick black truck that was parked directly beside Black*Star's. He throws a leg over the seat to hop off the side and walk the bike the rest of the way to it's stand.

The rider pulled his black and white helmet from his head to reveal perfectly styled ebony hair. Three peculiar ivory stripes decorated one side of his head, which he had been born with. The boy gave a friendly wave to his two best friends, which was returned with odd hand signals.

"Aye, Kiddo?" Black*Star's voice was laced with confusion.

Death The Kid merely replied with an 'Mm?', signaling he had heard him. He was busy inspecting the glossy lime colored plastic around his motorcycle, as usual.

"Why is it that you have to wash your bike after every moto?"

Soul rolled his eyes, wondering how many times he had heard his friends have this exact conversation. When would Black*Star learn?

"Isn't it OBVIOUS?" Kid asked in complete exasperation. After receiving a blank stare from the blue haired boy, he continued, "If I don't, the clay on each side of my bike will be unsymmetrical! I cannot let this gorgeous creation look like garbage!"

By this time, Soul and Black*Star had already managed to put their jerseys and protective gear back on. Soul kicked the four-legged stand from underneath his bike, holding it steady so that it wouldn't fall to the ground. He threw a leg over the Honda's black, textured seat. His foot found the kick-starter and pushed it into it's place. He kicked it a few times, twisting the throttle in sync with it before it roared to life. He smiled cockily to Black*Star, who was currently working on starting up his Yamaha. Soul revved the gas a few times as if to voice his impatience.

Soul shifted from neutral into first gear before slowly starting off towards the track's entrance. Black*Star popped a wheelie in attempt to show off, even though he nearly fell as he did so. The white haired teen merely shook his head, dropping a few more gears into fourth and speeding off down the track's opening straight away.

He could already feel the adrenaline coursing through his system. His heartbeat quickened as he flew across the track. The scream of his dirt bike was like music to him. He had it memorized and often caught himself trying to mimic it with his voice, though he'd never say so out loud. Ahh, yes. He could already feel that this was going to be an awesome moto.

The wind whipped through his jersey in the places that his chest protector didn't cover, making it mold against him like a second skin. He twisted the throttle back a bit more, loving the exhilaration of flying through the air on what some considered to be a death trap. He battled with Black*Star through the straightaway, eventually cutting him off and pinning the gas. The teen hit soared through the air, twisting his bike to be parallel with the top of the jump.

He was caught up in his love for his sport… In fact, he was so caught up that he nearly landed on top of some kid on a crf 150. He yanked the front of his bike to the right to avoid landing on the boy's back wheel. Unfortunately, doing so landed his front wheel in an odd rut. He lost control of the bike, making him fly from the seat and wad up in the clay.

The other rider pulled off the track. He cut off his bike and walked it over to where Soul was sitting on the track. Soul was leaning back with his hands in the dirt, staring up in annoyance. Crashing was so not cool. He turned to the shadow towering over him. The guy's hand was outstretched in an offer to help him up. He took it with a short 'thanks'. He couldn't help but notice how small the boy's hand was.

"Hey, uhh, sorry I almost took you out just now. I was kinda caught up in my thoughts." Soul attempted an apology, though he sounded extremely awkward.

The other person simply nodded in acknowledgment. He turned back to his bike and sped away, cutting across the track to return to his truck. Soul merely watched him leave before returning to his own bike. He groaned upon realizing that the handle bar was dug deep into the clay.

"What a strange kid that guy was."

(A/N) Okay, so chapter one is officially posted! Don't worry, out favorite pig-tailed blonde will make her grand entrance in the next chapter. Oh, and if you're having any trouble with the motocross lingo, just leave it in the review and I'll be sure to explain! I hope you enjoyed this chappie, even though it was a boring starter :/.