The next class was far enough, and he was late enough to warrant the bike.
He didn't like taking it around, there was so much theft, and it was a gift, and because of that he always felt like he had to maintain it, as soon as he was home. It was more of a burden than anything. He thought about getting some old bike, but instead his solution was just to walk everywhere.
Now though he couldn't remember where it was, and he was standing in this sea of bikes. He thought he had parked it near his dorm, but now he remembers, that night with Jack they went riding.
The thought that it was stolen also crossed his caffeine soaked mind, and his heart began to race. His grandfather had given him the bike. It was one he had and fixed up, before the surgery which meant he couldn't ride it anymore. He only told Jack this story.
There it was. The blue frame with the orange handle bars stuck out. Felt like an old friend being like "I've been waiting for you."
So here it was, he didn't bring his helmet, but he had twenty minutes now to get across campus.
He didn't like taking it around, there was so much theft, and it was a gift, and because of that he always felt like he had to maintain it, as soon as he was home. It was more of a burden than anything. He thought about getting some old bike, but instead his solution was just to walk everywhere.
Now though he couldn't remember where it was, and he was standing in this sea of bikes. He thought he had parked it near his dorm, but now he remembers, that night with Jack they went riding.
The thought that it was stolen also crossed his caffeine soaked mind, and his heart began to race. His grandfather had given him the bike. It was one he had and fixed up, before the surgery which meant he couldn't ride it anymore. He only told Jack this story.
There it was. The blue frame with the orange handle bars stuck out. Felt like an old friend being like "I've been waiting for you."
So here it was, he didn't bring his helmet, but he had twenty minutes now to get across campus.
