"WOOHOO~"
"MUHAHAHA."
"MOMMY, HELP ME!!"
I couldn't help but laugh at the mix of cheering and panicked cries from behind me.
My back pressed against Oliver's chest, we somehow squeezed four people onto one bike, with me in control of the handle.
It had been over an hour since we left the house, and we were just a short distance away from our destination.
The eight-lane highway was mostly empty, a few vehicles passing by every other minute.
"You still there, Chubby?!" I shouted, my voice muffled by the rushing wind.
He was at the very back, barely having any space to sit.
"PLEASE STOP!!"
His voice was brittle, as if he might start crying any second.
But despite his pleas, the others yelled, their excitement only growing.
"FASTER!!" Aimar yelled, his hand wrapped around Oliver.
I glanced at the speedometer, watching as the needle hovered around 140 km/h.
Click!
