"You realize this is only the second time I'm getting on this thing right?" I give Thomas a deadpanned look.
"Don't call her a thing, she has feelings." He pats the tank of his bike. My God he's just standing there leaning on the thing but looks so good. All black gear, holding his helmet down by his side.
"It's a she?" I laugh.
"She, wants you to come for a ride." I have to literally shove the dirty intrusive thoughts down. I don't need them in my head while I'm riding in the back of Thomas' bike.
I told Thomas I needed a study break. More so a never ending sewing break. He told me he needed gas anyway and that we could go and buy some snacks to keep us going when we get back. The issue is, he failed to specify what mode of transportation we would be using. I haven't been back on this thing in about two weeks. It hasn't been long enough.
I roll my eyes. "You're lucky you bought me this pink helmet. This is the only reason I agree to riding this th—her." That's a lie. Honestly he could ask me to jump off a cliff and I would do it. The bike took some convincing, but I always knew it would become a thing.
"I know," he laughs. "Speaking of bike safety. I got something for you." He starts walking toward the garage.
"Thomas, you gotta stop with these surprises." I follow behind him.
"It's less of a surprise, more something you need if you're going to start riding with me." My interest is peaked. I have a pretty good guess as to what it is.
Thomas presses a few buttons on the garage door opener, and the doors begin to open. Walking inside, he leads me to a bench at the back of the garage. My eyes nearly fall out of my head when they land on black and pink detailed motorbike gear. The exact same as his, but my size and Sara-fied. The gear is mostly black, with little streaks of pink in the detailing that match the helmet perfectly. Even the boots and gloves are detailed with little stripes of the same pink on the sides and fingers. We'll be matching entirely now, except the pink in my gear is replaced on his in white. "No way." I say breathlessly, staring at the gear.
Thomas grabs my new collection of gear, holding it out in front of me. "Gear up." His smile is infectious. I take the pile from his hands and start to dress up.
Once I have it all on and am adjusted to it, he grabs my pretty pink helmet and holds it over my head. I lean forward and jiggle my head as he helps me get it on comfortably. The whole time I was putting the gear on over my clothes, a big fat smile was plastered to my face. It still won't leave. When I look up at him, watching him tuck strands of hair into my helmet and tightening the strap, my heart begins to race. Stupid helmet is in my way. I would've thanked him by kissing him for hours. However then we would never leave. "Thank you," I say instead. I'll thank him properly later.
"Helmet colour matches your cheeks." He taps the front of my helmet a few times, and I giggle.
We get back to his bike and he hands me his small backpack. "This is now your job. The backpack wears the backpack."
I raise my hand to my forehead in a salute. "I'll guard it with my life." I smile big, though I guess he can't see it through the helmet, but he smiled anyway. Before we leave, I take my phone out of his bag, using my camera to see what I look like.
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