"Hey, dipstick! Wake up." fully dressed head to toe, with dusty boots and a worn leather jacket, the man with hair the colour of blackberries flicks his younger sister on the forehead repeatedly. Groggily, his younger sister shakes herself out of her deep slumber, confused by the knocking against her skull. Her eyes peel open to reveal her older brother grinning mischievously down at her, still incessantly flicking her.
"Kiss off, Vincent" more of a mumble comes out instead of the words she hoped for. She nudges at his unmoving hand against her resting face, but he continues when her eyes fall shut again.
"Don't be a bummer, Ev, me and the guys want to take you out before school" one of her eyes reopens at the idea, her eyebrow quirked in curiosity. She glances at the ticking clock on her bedside table, and frustration bubbles in her blood.
"Have you been sniffing nose candy? It's not even six am!" another swat to her brother's arm, resulting in a deep and loud chuckle resonating off of him.
"Perfect time for breakfast" as soon as her eyes droop shut again, he restarts his harsh flicking against her skin.
"Cut it! I'm not in the mood to go to the bar today" her knuckles rub away at the red splotches he's left behind on her face.
He smiles at the plans he's made, knowing they'll be successful in getting her out the house. "Ah, that's why we're taking you to north side" the words wipe away her sleep, pushing herself up by her arms to stare wide eyed at her brother.
Cola brown hair strands fly loose from its wrap and lay messily against her daisy skin. Avocado green eyes ablaze with her brother yet still puffy with sleep. Cherry red lips curled into a snarl, her sugar white teeth having to dig deep into them to revert from speaking too harshly about her beloved brother.
"I'm too tapped out to afford anything from there" the idea of sleep quickly infiltrates her mind again, pulling her head back to down to the doughy pillow.
"That's why we're buying, now punch it, we're leaving in ten" Vincent finishes his pestering and leaves her bedroom, the door slamming behind him. With a thick sigh she hauls herself from the affections of her bed, sinking her toes into the plush of her carpet, unwilling to start the day yet.
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Soon enough, she's seated on the back of a motorcycle behind her brother, as the machine cruises down the town roads. The wheels fly beneath her, so fast she barely feels the bumps and dips in the road. Engines purr all around her, as she's saddled with her brother, his friends riding alongside them.
The morning sun radiates onto all five of them, toasting their grease-coloured leather jackets, but they're used to the intense heat on their shoulders to ignore it. The increasing speed of their ride whips around them, coating them with a layer of frosty air to conflict with the bite of the sun on their backs.
Trusting the push and pull of the air around her, she lets her hands hang loosely in the air, to be batted by the power of the wind. Her fingers flit in the air, a cool breeze dancing between them, as she twizzles her hand about. She relishes in the hot and cold juxtaposition, the warmth spread over her back but the cold numbing her legs and arms.
Dressed for her final day of school, in a tartan skirt, but not without a pair of shorts underneath to protect her decency underneath the force of the motorcycle, and a pair of black stockings to defend her legs from the smack of the cold blows. A buttoned-up shirt tucked into the red and white material, is covered up by her thick leather jacket, that's decorated with her collection of patches and sewing of red thread.
The fresh curls of her hair, that she'd spent hours twisting the night before, have now been rustled and whipped by the pace of her brother's bike, barely retaining their intended shape anymore.
All their wheels bump and jolt as they hit the paved ground of the town square. Their stride slowing ever so slightly, to avoid running down the messes of early shoppers.
The growl of the four bikes invading on Addersfield square is returned with sneers and chatter of shoppers and onlookers. Their lips curled in distaste at the bikers travelling through their precious town.
The boys only laugh and smirk at their sour faces, indulging in the attention whether it be good or bad. Their palms slide up the slick pathways of their greased hair, peeking over their shades at the chicks who can only pretend they're not interested in their devilish glances.
It's not a regular occurrence for them to cross into the northside of town, so although they're treating their girl to meal, they don't really have a clue where they'll end up taking her.
The thundering engines finally quieten, all filing to a stop in a small parking lot. Drawn in by the blue glow of a sign raining down on them. One by one they clamber off of their leather seats, their entrances made known by everyone walking the streets. All eyes on them, awaiting their movements to know if they should rush to call the police at their unwelcomed and absurd arrival on the wrong side of town.
Each of the bikers study the pristine building, a neon iceberg blue sign hung outside and punch pink and berry blue tiling lining the walls inside. A few cars are dotted about the parking lot, an array of different colours. The beat of music spills out the windows, along with the light patter of morning discussion from inside.
"Let's bail, doesn't look like your scene" the girl calls to the four of them, going to climb back on her brother's bike.
"Nope, looks like bacon and pancakes to me" he drags her back by her neck, swinging his arm over her to pull his sister over to the glass doors, to spoil her with freshly grilled breakfast.
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