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Glancing to her side where Sydney was keeping up with the blonde, Ellie pointed out something. "Right now, yer breakin' rule 1. All of that will be answered when ya see it."

It wasn't long before the park was in view. Growing up near the park had its advantages. Ellie pretty much knew every nook and cranny, since she pretty much cut through it every day. She followed the sidewalk for a bit, then eventually broke off towards the left. "Come on, ain't too far now!" With that, the blonde began to speed up. The blonde might not have been on any sports team, but she was still in pretty good physical condition.

It wasn't long before the grass turned into concrete again, and the two continued to head towards Ellie's house. When they approached a house that had all loose stones in place of where a lawn should have been, the blonde swung in towards the driveway. Several of the neighbors gave them a hard time about not having a real lawn, but considering how frequently her parents were away, and how it wasn't Ellie's lawn, the stones and gravel worked much better for their lifestyle. From the outside, the house didn't look amazing. It was a basic two story house of middle class. The exterior was in need of a fresh coat of paint and perhaps a bit of repair, but it wasn't anything that could be considered "drastic."

Ellie jogged up to the garage, then leaned down. Neither of her parents parked their cars in the garage itself (it was quite a mess in there anyways), so it was the teen's responsibility to keep it safe. Her hand found the padlock upon the garage door, and her other hand went digging around in her backpack. Her hand eventually found the necessary keys and pulled them up.

Rather than make small talk, she just took to unlocking the garage, turning the key and pulling the lock off as she always had done. Standing up again, she wandered to the middle of the garage door and grabbed onto a handle. Manually, she began to open the garage door. It wasn't one of those new fangled folding garage doors, but instead the standard flat ones that opened out. When the garage door was open, she wiped her brow.

"There!" The contents of the garage was 1 partial car, 1 motorcycle with a yellow paint job (and a small section of rainbow), and the rest was junk hiding both car and motorcycle.

Wandering into the garage itself like she owned the place (oh wait, she did own the place), she reached out to a wall with a few helmets hanging on it. She plucked a red one with black speed stripes along the side.

"Go ahead and put that on."

While the redhead was putting the red helmet on, Ellie wheeled her vehicle of choice out of the garage, kicking down the kickstand when it was out of the depths of the garage. She then wandered back in to get her own helmet, which was the same yellow color as her motorcycle. Tucking it under her arm, she then wandered to the soon-to-be passenger. It was fortunate for Sydney that she had put the helmet on when she had, for it muffled the sound of her own voice to the blonde.

Sydney would get to live to see another day.

Ellie didn't comment on the rainbow comment strictly because she couldn't hear it. With a shrug, she put her helmet on, tossed her recent purchase on the washing machine, pulled out her keys, then returned to the driveway. She made certain the other girl wasn't in the way, then manually closed the garage again. It was a bit pointless to say much at this point, since the helmets muffled the sound too much. Instead, she sat down on the Spectrum, kicked up the kickstand, revved up the engine, then turned to Sydney, silently inviting her to take a seat.

At least Sydney wasn't clingy. It would have probably driven Ellie bonkers to have a girl hugging onto her tightly. Especially a girl who seemed to be pretty similar to herself. Not identical, but at least had similar perspectives on femininity.

Releasing the brake, the yellow-helmeted tomboy set to giving the ultimate joy ride. Well, what Ellie considered a joy ride. Sure, she eased the vehicle out of the driveway slowly enough. The vehicle leaned in towards one side as she moved onto the street.

That was the end of the slow ride. With rubber on the asphalt, she revved the engine once more for show, then sped off, girl clinging to her waist. One thing about Ellie's preference in riding was she liked to go fast. She liked the feel of the wind against her body, even if she usually wore jackets to reduce the windchill factor. The wind could easily cut through a person if they weren't prepared. When they got to curves, she sped around them, leaning the vehicle down a bit heavily. It almost felt dangerous riding with the blonde.

And yet, when they rolled up to a stoplight, the only sound they could hear above the engine was the sound of her laughter behind the helmet. Every ride was amazing. A roller coaster she never wanted to get off of.

If she had heard the compliment over her own laughing and the engine, she might have been tempted to say "Ya ain't seen nothin' yet!" Alas, the compliment was drowned out by all the other sounds, so the driver continued to laugh like a maniac.

Before the light had even changed to the proper color for zipping forward, Ellie had already lifted her leg up from where she had set it down to steady the vehicle while waiting. Apparently she was familiar with the pattern of this stoplight, for it wasn't even half a second when the light all of a sudden turned green. There were a couple cars surrounding them, since Ellie had squeezed her vehicle between them, like how many motorcyclists would do. She didn't want to get stuck behind an old granny who couldn't drive the proper speed limit. The pair sped past the two vehicles next to them before claiming one of the lanes as their own. Knowing the roads well enough, the yellow-helmeted tomboy began to weave her way through the city so they could go past the least number of traffic lights as possible. Familiar locations were put into a new perspective as the Spectrum sped past. The high school, the shopping centers, even the public library (that Ellie almost never visited) were brought into a new light as they rushed past, turning each sight into a blur.

Alas, as with all good things, the ride eventually seemed to come to a close. The neighborhood they had started at was now surrounding them. The vehicle slowed as it turned up into a driveway. The very driveway they started at. They rolled to a stop, and eventually the motor was cut.

Off went Ellie's helmet and soon enough she was shaking her head almost wildly so that her hair would stop sticking to her head. Tucking the yellow helmet under her arm, she then reached out for the red helmet. It was still Ellie's helmet, even if she didn't wear it. Definitely not a souvenir.

"Well... if ya get a motorcycle license, that also means ya gotta buy a bike." It didn't do anybody any good to have a license before having the vehicle. Again, that was this particular teenager's perspective on the whole ordeal.

Using her foot to set the kickstand against the ground, the blonde then wandered back to the garage, setting both helmets down in a line. Like before, she manually opened it, then picked up her helmets again and walked in to set them where they belonged. When she had finished that, she spun on the ball of her foot and turned to face the redhead. "It's a common reaction t'the first ride on a motorcycle, t'be honest... think sh*t through before ya go through with it."

Ellie shrugged her shoulders after all was said and done. "Eh... whatever..." She could have said "You're welcome," but then it would make it sound like the blonde actually enjoyed herself. The motorcycle ride, always, but admitting to enjoying the company felt really, really gay.

With a slight wave of her hand, the teen called out "See ya whenever!" Most likely, she'd see Sydney at school. Yet, there was always that slight chance that skirt-feather-butt Iris would encounter pants-wearing-Sinon.

Screw her having pants with her fuku. Apparently Ellie Spectre did not feel like giving up on that slight grudge so easily.

[FIN]