Peter first met his daddy’s new friend when he accidentally crashed his motorbike into a wall.
In all fairness, a little bit of that might have been his fault. He’d been running down the road to try and chase after the important papers he and his daddy had been working on together, and might not have been looking exactly where he’d been going as he neared the corner of the street. It was a quiet road, though! There weren’t usually bikes or cars or anything!
The first thing Peter thought when he saw the bike veering around the bend and straight toward Peter was ‘my daddy’s going to kill me if he finds out I didn’t follow all his rules about being safe on the roads’. The second, of course, was ‘this isn’t going to go well for me’ and then, finally, the third; ‘hm- I didn’t know bikes could turn that quickly.’
He watched, mildly curious, as there was a muffled yell through the helmet and then a sudden, loud scratching noise as the person slammed on the brakes and spun the bike around. Peter was close enough to get a few bits of gravel in his face, and he winced, shutting his eyes against the sharp bits of rock that flew off the road. He heard the bike continue to rev wildly, before there was an ominous crunching noise and the sound of tyres skidding over concrete.
Whoops. His daddy really was going to kill him.
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