Daniel "Danny" Harrison

[TXT] she’d like it way more coming from you, hotstuff 8D

[TXT] jaajaja would it be weird if you were in a Steve fanclub too?  I’d be the President and you’d be the founding member

[TXT] oh well you said it right there hombre.  skater style in LA is part of street style. 

[TXT] yeah she mentioned her mom was livid when I was in the jailcell.  have you met her folks? or any of her family?

[TXT] uh why not.  anything savoury. and cheesy.

[TXT] it really gets me in the nostalgia cohones

[TXT] maybe she’s an avid fan of zombie genre and you just hit the jackpot 8D

[TXT] hard headed but sweet jajaja

[TXT] no way, I got a fanclub for them! ask Steve if he likes that.

[TXT] like LA street style!  from the 90s anyway. I don’t know what LA street style is nowadays with the kids

[TXT] yeah safety first, that’s what I like about her.  it definitely speaks ‘adrenaline junkie’ to me

[TXT] it’s like a neon toxic waste slime eye mutant green. 8D so obnoxious that’s why I love it.  Like something from TMNT

[TXT] peacocks and pink fairies? nah, boo.

[TXT] lil honeydew

[TXT] ahhhh I think I might be more friends with Finn.  Like me and Steve 8D

[TXT] but Essie’s a good little egg.

[TXT] OH WOW ajajaj I fucking love that helmet!  it’s so LA.

[TXT] is she big into gore graffiti style and shit?

TXT: oh jesus. We should probably stop this line of conversation in its tracks XD

TXT: My head only looks small to people who view it from waaaay down there! All y’all are short, SHORT

TXT: aww hey man that’s really nice of you to say. I appreciate it, a lot :)

TXT: do they have anything interesting to drink? I’m in the mood to try out weirdness if they got any!

TXT: Which reminds me did you eat any of those milky light bars that got left in the lunchroom the other day? Because some folks got, uh, side effects. The ‘light’ part of the bars made em go all glowy under their skin like people-shaped night lights

[TXT] Danny Harrison?  You might’ve sent this to the wrong guy, pal

[TXT] although I’m pretty sure we have the same size melon yeah.  Her noggin is huge.  Or maybe mine is small. jajaja

[TXT] It’s Iann Cardero, btw.

TXT: It was awful cute. I don’t think she cares to sniff at my hatbands the way my husband does though.

TXT: That’s right! You played yourself! By sending the wrong person that text hah hah

TXT: It’s weirdly comforting when people call me ‘mate’ btw

TXT: ohhhhhh I guess that’s true. I am not too educated on the differences between vegan and gluten free and keto and all that to tell you the truth so get me whatever you think I should have lol

TXT: no she put on one of my Stetsons once and it went down to her earlobes

TXT: I still want that pastry tho

TXT: You pick one out for me! not Steve. I don’t want anything healthy and/or vegan today

“I thought so, at least it was back home I think?” Essie responds, but she’s already over that bridge. She was a fairy, if they were to fall off she was sure she’d not be going fast enough to irreversibly injure either of them. Both of them on such a small bike would slow them down even if she did go her usually too quick speed. “I’ll get one, my mum sent me some cash for my birthday.” The idea has Essie laughing all of a sudden again “Oh my god this is NOT going to win you any brownie points with her.” Nor with her oldest sister either but that was besides the point. 

She rounded the car-park a few times before stopping at the exit onto the road.  Heeding his instructions she had a more smooth turn off onto the tarmac. Something in her is too excited to do much of anything other than giggle madly at the feeling for driving, her short hair ruffled and surely getting tangled as they drove but she didn’t care at all. “Where can I take you, where should we go!?”

          “She sent you cash? Might not work here,” he teased. “Your sickles and galleons won’t work in the states.” He did not know what currency was used in Scotland but it definitely wasn’t fictional money. “I”ll get you one, save your money for chocolate frogs. Why won’t your Mum like this? Now you don’t have to walk to work alone.” 

Danny gets on and Essie feels the excitement and elation filling her up to the brim. Fixing her hold on the handles as instructed and biting her lip, almost vibrating with the engine. 

“…shouldn’t you have one all of the time? Don’t I need one? Isn’t it the law?” She wondered confused, looking back over her shoulder at him. She knew very well that back home it was law to have one, perhaps not on your own property, but as soon as you were on the road you needed the proper stuff just in case. 

But she doesn’t dwell, as much as she knew she needed one, she also didn’t want to wait to drive. Kicking up the stand she takes the bikes balance, wobbling only a moment before nodding towards her toes. Letting the bike jerk forward into a slow drive. Her grin is indescribable. “Holy shit!”

         “Is it the law?” he asked, a genuine curiosity to his words. He’d not looked into it, and tried to recall if Ryden or any of his other friends with bikes wore helmets and it wasn’t quite coming to him. “Would you like me to get you one?” Danny continued as the bike grumbled it’s engine beneath them. It wasn’t quite as rough as his own, worn with age, but it was still an engine beneath them, no hiding that sound.

“Mmhmm.” she hums in agreement, not feeling like correcting him, too busy being incredibly happy and grateful for her gift. She felt like laughing like a villain in a movie. This was absolute madness she honesty couldn’t believe it. Her new years resolution had been to get a car or something to make her life easier, but Danny had taken it into his own hands. 

“…I think you should be on for the test drive. Feet down just in case.” she was really excited but she was also well aware the last time she’d been on a bike she’d been seventeen. It was a far cry from now, and a completely different bike. She’d need a little refresher course. 

Essie then realises. “You drove it here? … Where the helmet?”

         “Sounds like a plan,” Danny agreed of a test drive, stepping forward and getting on the bike behind her, adjusting himself so he was settle on the bike, toes of his boots touching the cement of the stations car parking lot beneath them. Once there he reached his arms around, placing Essie’s hands in the correct positions and his lightly over her own.

          “Yeah,” he answered in her ear. “Uh...at the helmet store? I should have bought you one but I figured you would just be driving home for a while, we can get you one when you off road, probably won’t be til you have a handle on things.”