The Calling

August 2013 “Hey Wheeler!” I call out, grabbing his attention before I sat down. Not ten minutes off the track and he already has his riding boots off. I shake my head, the opening to Vert’s boot finding my nose and the stench making my eyes water. “What the hell was that for?!” I screech, covering my nose with my hand while the blonde howled like a hyena. “Do you guys ever wonder what our lives would’ve been like if we never became friends?” He asks with a serious tone, collecting his food from the bounty I brought. “I wouldn’t have to smell your boots after every race.” I reply jokingly. “I think you two would end up finding each other regardless.” Kane replies, attempting to fix my braid for the hundredth time. “It’s almost like you two are made for each other.” “Nah!” Vert and I said in tandem. Kane rolls his eyes, quickly saying a goodbye as he runs off to another racer. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” I look at him all joking aside. “Wheeler.” “I haven’t done anything illegal, Sheriff Johnson. Wait why are you here?” “I wish it was for something you did. It’s your mom.”