Dirty Friends (Beautiful Friends #1) Read Free

everything else out when I have a song on that I can totally relate to, and this is one of those times.
    Before I know it, Ryan’s slapping my leg, telling me it’s time to get our shit on and get down to the line. This moto is different; we are able to pick our gate choice by the way we finished. I enter fifth, and again, I pick just where I lined up before. It worked well for me the first time, and I learned a long time ago…you don’t rock the boat. This time Ryan picks one a few spots closer to me. I look over at him and we do just what we did before. Silently telling each other good luck and to kick ass. His dad walks over to both of us, pats us on our backs, and shouts over the noise, “Ride smart, ride safe and keep it on two wheels.” Just like he had done before.
    As we both ride off the track, we are side by side going back to the tent. I got fourth, and Ryan was on my ass the whole race to get fifth. After handing off our bikes, one at a time, to Ryan’s dad, we drop in chairs, removing our helmets.
    “Holy shit, you were on my ass.”
    “Ha, well you needed to get moving. I almost had you in turn two, but you gassed it and roosted me hard core, asshole.”
    “I guess you’ll find a different line next time, won’t you?”
    “No, next time you’ll be behind me.”
    “Umm, never.”
    “Boys, get something to drink, wipe all that dirt off your faces, and then let’s get loading everything up. We have an hour drive and I want to stop for dinner, too,” he says, as he throws us both a drink and towel.
    “I also want to check the race results before we leave. It’ll let us know where we placed overall,” I wipe off my face at the same time as I speak.
    “Agreed,” Ryan says.
    We get out of our dirty gear and throw on some shorts. Packing up and heading out only takes about a half hour. We decide we will wash the bikes when we get home. Stopping quickly at the sign-up tower we see the results, I see that I finished fourth overall and Ryan ended up in sixth. We are more than happy with the way the day went. It’s time to head out, get something to eat, followed by a shower and a place to relax. It was a long day and I am exhausted.

 
     
    Ansley
     
     
    SPENDING MY SUNDAYS WITH my mom is something important to both of us. She’s more than just a mom; she’s my friend, too. It’s always been just the two of us. My father walked out on us when he found out she was pregnant. We lived in Virginia at the time. She said he still lives there. He sent money to us once but mom sent it back, telling him we didn’t want anything he was offering. He never sent a single dime after that. It’s fine with me, but I hate seeing my mom work so hard to make ends meet. Mom works a lot, so when she doesn’t, we try to spend our time together. She got offered a great job shortly after I turned twelve. That’s what brought us to where we live now. She’s a charge nurse in the labor and delivery department for a much bigger hospital now, before she was a floor nurse for a tiny community hospital. She loves delivering babies and seeing their tiny little faces as they are brought into the world. I thought it was going be hard to leave my last school but my best friend had moved the year before I did, so truly it wasn’t a big deal at all.
    My two best friends are now Cooper and Ryan. They both live next door to me, one on each side. We have a smaller, two bedroom ranch style house but it is still in a nicer area of town; nicer than any we’ve ever lived in before. The guys are busy at a Motocross race all day. They asked me to go, but Mom comes first when she’s not working and they know that. I can’t wait to hear how they did. They should be home soon. They are the first two people I met when we moved here and the only two I feel I truly connected with. I don’t fit in with girls a lot. I don’t mind getting dirt under my nails while they like nail polish on them. I have a couple of girlfriends in school