Noah scoffs, shaking his head. “Were you even watching?” he says. “I won! I beat them all. I’m good, and I love it.” “Motocross racing—” “Isn’t a career,” Noah finishes snidely, sounding like he’s had this conversation a hundred times already. “And keeping us chained up on the peak isn’t a life. You should deal with that.”
But its might my dream, havent you ever had a dream~
