I know, I don't have a lot of followers (zero :c), but I really hope this is good. My 9 year old brother loves it! Anyways, here's da story, bai 🎭

I took some crackers up to my room and sat on my bed.

Ariel: Hey 👋
Me: What's good, Home Skillet?
Ariel: Did ya meet the new neighbors? Me: Yeah, they have a son named Dylan. He's a moto kid too 👍
Ariel: Ooh, he cute? 😉
Me: Curly hair, black-rimmed glasses. Not my type 😐
Ariel: Aw, too bad, save him for me?
Me: I dunno. If ya want him! C:
Ariel: Gotto meet him, tho
Me: ...

Ariel's a great friend. Short, black sleek hair. She's tall and smart. Considered a popular at school.

Sometimes she wore glasses. But she'll usually stick to contacts.

I put my phone down and searched through my drawer.
Ronnie Mac magazine. I grabbed for it.
Ronnie and Travis Pastrana are my favorite dirt bikers.
I have posters all over my room with them on it.
Ronnie Renner's pretty good, but...
I searched through the magazine for a while, stopping to look at pictures of Ronnie or Travis here or there.
Suddenly my door opened, but closed quickly. This was followed by a knock.
I put my thumb in between the page I was on and held it firmly as I got up and walked to the door.
I opened it and was greeted by Dylan.
"Dylan? What're you doing here?" I asked, honestly shocked.
He shrugged, "Mom and Dad are packing. They allowed me t-" He stopped and stared at my magazine.
"RONNIE MAC AND TRAVIS PASTRANA!!!!!" He practically screamed their names and grabbed the mag, but stopped and look around my room.
"Woah.. I've never seen so much Ronnie and Travis posters in my life..." The look in his eyes told me this was true.
He looked at my shelf above my bed.
"Awesome.." Dylan was whispering now, gasping every now and then. He sat down on the ground and opened the magazine. I smiled. I thought I was the only who loved my room.
I'm not alone.

Sorry this was such a short chapter. It's a school night and it's midnight. I gotta hurry up.
I hope you enjoy.
Next chapter will be longer, promise! :)