Undercover Love

Growning Up Part 2

Before I knew it, I was 16. Yeah most of you are like 'sweet sixteen', but for me it was it was a hell point. That year was highly disappointment for me. I thought it would change everything that was already there. Since I was 13, or a year of responsible age, all I ask from Ron for my birthday was to go in public and make friends. But every time I brought that question up Ron would go silent as if he were thinking about, and without missing a beat he would say "NO". Then he would leave the room, giving me no explanation for his answer. When he did give me a explanation it would go like this " Listen, when your 16 you can do what ever you want but right now you can so go do something." Slowly I felt that he was turning into my dad. Ron would come home late and stay in his studies and drink his heart out. When he did this I would leave the house and go explore the outside of our backyard.

Also that year was when Bobby out married. Since he was ten years old that made him 26, which meant that he moved out with his girl, which also meant that he visited me less. This cause me to turn black and become a loner some would say. Since I had no friends left I had no one to talk to about these things. And like I said me and Ron grew distance every fight I had with that drunk man. I forgot to say that I finish my studies early like the age of 16. That meant no more home school..... yeah. But I would miss my teacher Molly. Molly was my trainer and teacher which meant we saw each and spent alot of time together. Our friendship grew strong and I felt like she was an older sister to me. Since my studies and trainings were over she moved to California to home school another kid. Also Bobby's teacher or Mickey left him to since he also complete his studies as well. Later I found out that Mickey and Molly got married/ moved in together (in California) and they started a homeschooling company together that includes P.E. They even invited me to their wedding.

Since I had nothing more to do in those days, I spended my hours in the motor room. I didnt have alot of time to fix her (the bike) up since I had school, pratice, and training. Now that I have done and completed all of that I started to fix her up again. I want to make this bike mine, like there is no other one in the world like mines. To get ideas I dicede to go out and look for a motorcycle show in New York. How hard can it be? Its New York.

Bobby gave me a Kawasaki Ninja 1000 2013. (copy and paste that into Google image and the black and green one.) I got the keys and my helmet. Before that I got dress in my black ripped jeans, red velvet pumps, white tank top, and a black leather motorcycle jacket. To complete my look I colored my nails red, white RayBan's, and my brown curly hair down. Ron was at work at this moment leaving me alone. So I set out on a adventure in New York.

After a couple hours riding the city aimless, I came to a stop in front of a build. This was a motor show building. How I knew? Well when you see more then 75 motorcycles outside in the front of the building....I don't know how I found out. I found a parking spot, noticing that most of the people there were guys... Great. Turning off the engine of the Green Lighting, and placing my helmet in the truck of the bike, every one looked at me while I did this. Wow, must be shocking to see a girl here. To make them drool, I shock my stuff while I walked to the door. They all stop and stared when I walked in.

The inside of the building had a huge sun roof as a ceiling. The rays coming from the sun shined though the glass, and on to the bikes making them look brand new. Walking around, looking at bikes. Most of them looked the same. I needed different, something that stood out more then the rest. Then I came to a bike that screamed out, TOTALLY DIFFERENT. The bike main colors or only color would be red and black. The most of it was black with red designs, but the gas tank was red with black designs. It was the playing cards signs. Like the hearts, clubs, spades, diamonds, they were in a checkered pattern. I ran my fingers on the bike, feeling the smooth surface.

"You like what you see?" a guy with blond hair, brown eyes, dressed in baggy jeans with a white tee. He cleaned his hands on a grease rag. "Yeah, love the color, and the patterns. Your bike stands out. I like thing that speak out and show that they are different from the other." I spoke. I reached out my hand, "My name is Reese ." He looked at it, then took my hand in his and shock it. "Name is Cameron. Thanks." Once he remove his hand from mine, I notice of felt a greasy liquid on it. As I looked at it. From the smell and the feeling of it I could tell that this is RAMO a oil that's illegal in the United States.

This rots any metal on any type of motorcycles. And if you even tried to use it as gas for your motorcycle, it would break down and burst into flame less then 10 minutes. Cameron notice that I had oil on my hand and handed me the rag. "Sorry about that." He rubbed the back of his neck like if he were about to get busted.

"You know that your using RAMO oil. Right? It rots your bike. Its not good unless you are killing bugs."

"Are you a cop?" he got nervous by the minute.

"No, but why are you using that oil?" I gave him a look that yelled 'What the hell are you using that for'

"Well, if you aplie it to any type of new tires, it breaks them down. Helps it grip the road better. And since its home made it doesn't rot any metal. Anyways if I want it to do that, I would probably fail." He laughed as if he was remembering the first time he tried that.

"That's smart. You know what, here's my number. Call me. We can get together and work on our bikes." I handed him my number, and I swear I saw him blush but it could be my imagination.

I said good bye and walked out only to find it was 9 o'clock. That meant was coming home. $h*t. I ran in my heels to my bike. Place my helmet on and raced home. I tried not to go over the limit but if I was caught by Ron that I went into the city by my self he would hang me. Not really but visually. I hope, I hope he is not home yet.

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and read my other books as well. and sorry that it says Rylie..... Her name is Reese... Rylie is the other girl in another story of mine. I got them both mixed up. Sorry. But now you know that her name is Reese not Ryie. And if you see it again in the story, you know what it is really spose to be. Thanks for understanding.

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