Beywheelz, Jake X Reader

I finally managed to wrestle the cap off my canteen and i took a long drink of lukewarm water. I recapped it and put it in my bag, i looked off into the distance to see the small town, it seemed to have grown no closer since it came into sight and i was wondering weather it was really a town or just a mirage.

I pulled the hood of my cloak up over my head to keep the sun off my face and stood, i slung my bag over my sholder and began walking again. The sand below my feet was hindering my progess considerably, it kept getting in my sandals and blowing in my face when the warm winds picked up. Slowly but surely the town began growing closer. But as i got closer, the wind picked up faster. I was nervous that a sandstorm would start but there was no where to shelter myself from the wind so i had nothing to do but head towards the town as fast as i could. Soon i had keep my head down as i stumbled blindly against the wind, the storm had came out of nowhere and i was still too far from the town. I looked around blindly while my bare legs were sand blasted. I dug through my bag and managed to pull out a pair of goggles, i jammed them over my eyes and i was finally able to look up. I did....and died a little inside. A massive wall of sand was heading my way...it must've been a hundred feet high. I looked around franticly, the town was still to far! I saw a small sand dune and i ran over to it, i dug a shallow pit and sat down inside it. I had my back to the storm while i fastend my cloak shut and coverd myself as best i could. I fastend the goggles on and pulled on my hood. Then it hit, my back was slammed with a massive cloud of sand. It felt like i was being drowned, i could hardly breathe through the fabric over my mouth and if i took it off i would choke on the sand. The tiny grains got into my goggles and made it hard to see. It felt like i was being sanded down with sandpaper. My skin was red and sore. I pulled the hood on tighter and hoped for a miracle....maybe it was a miracle, or maybe it was just a coincidence. But i heard a yell, the noise was carried away by the wind. I could vaugely see a figure standing infront of me but the lack of air wasnt helping, with a final wheeze i passed out onto the sand.

I woke up coughing up sand. My mouth was parched and my skin was red and sore. I felt a glass of water pressed against my lips as i drank.

"Woh! Not too much. You'll choke" a voice came from my right, my eyes opend as i blinked the sand from them. A teenaged boy was crouched beside me, he had the weirdest getup i'd ever seen. He had bright red hair with blue and yellow streaks. A blue visor half hiding his face and a tight silver belly shirt with a high collar, straps adorned the front that matched his wrist bands, his pants looked painfully tight. Either that or he was really skinny. He looked at me with concerned blue eyes.

"What were you doing out there in that storm anyway?" he asked. I coughed a few times and spoke.

"I'm a traveler...i come from far away. My map was lost a while back and i couldnt find a town. When i stumbled upon...where are we?" i asked. Looking around the room. It was a small room, in disrepair. It looked like it was an abondoned house or something.

"My old place. I left it a long time ago...i just got back into town and found you stuck in the middle of a sandstorm" he said. Sitting back in an old looking couch.

"So. What's your name?" he asked.

"I'm __(n)__. __(n)__ __(ln)__." i said.

"Your __(n)__ huh? The famous beywheeler? What was your bey again?..." he trailed off.

"____" i said.

"Oh yea! I knew that." he nodded.

"Well i'm Jake. I'm a beywheeler too." he held out a wheel.

"This is Venom Bite Serpent" he smirked. I looked up.

"Why did you help me anyway?" i asked.

"Well it isnt every day that you find a pretty girl out in the middle of a sandstorm." i felt my cheeks redden slighty as i looked away. He laughed.

"It's a compliment. So. Where were you headed before you got lost?" he asked.

"Destection city." i replied.

"I just came from there...i'll be heading back tomorrow...why dont you accompany me?" he asked.

"If it's no trouble. I'd love to" i said, putting my legs over the side of the couch. I coughed.

"Mind if i have another drink?" i asked.

"Sure" he rose and ruffled my __(c)__ hair. I swatted his hand away as he went into the kitchen, chuckling.

The next two days i spent in Jake's messed up 'fort' as he called it. I had to put up with his constant taunting and bad jokes. By the time the day to leave arrived i was going to explode with joy...at least we wouldnt be cramped up in a broken down house. I was just finishing packing when he stumbled in, injured and defeated.

"Jake!? What happend?" i ran over to him and helped him to the couch. He explained while i cleaned out the scrapes.

"I fought this guy that i was orderd to defeat...he trashed me along with his buddy. Guess i need more practice..." he sighed.

"Dont worry about it. You'll get a rematch and you'll redeem yourself. I'm sure of it." i said, putting a hand on his sholder. He hugged me, i blushed.

"It's nice having a friend for a change" he said. I blushed redder.

"I'm sure you have other friends" i said. He shook his head.

"Nope...I've never really had good friends. Sure there are the other guys in our team but none of them are really my friends..." he trailed off. I pushed him off me and looked him in the eyes.

"Well you have a friend now" he smiled broadly.

"Thanks __(n)__" he planted a kiss on my cheek and i turned as red as a tomato.

"Well? Are we going or what?" he grabbed my hand as i snatched up my bag. He towed me outside and down the road....looks like i'm not done with Jake's antics yet.