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M.R. | Bike

ARGH I WANT TO RIDE A BIKE WITH SOME GUY THAT IM FLIRTING WITH OMG

You shouldn't have done it. You shouldn't have come to the party.

Why did you come to the party?

"Ready?" Mattheo asks, handing you a helmet. He's got his own on, and he's fixing his gloves at last.

"No." You say, truthfully. "In fact, I think I'm going to pass out."

"You'll be fine." Mattheo says, and you can barely see the peak of his grin over the helmet as he turns to you, taking yours out of your hands. "Just hold on tight, yeah? You're safe with me."

"I find that hard to believe." You say, and pout when Mattheo puts your helmet on, patting the top. It slightly shakes your brain, and you feel a little bit more sick. "Are you drunk?"

"No." Mattheo says, laughing. "Haven't had a drop. Can't be drinking driving around with such precious cargo, innit?"

You simply hum, disbelief noting your voice.

"Drugs?" You say, and Mattheo lets out an incredulous laugh, crouching down slightly as he hooks his hands under your arms.

"None." He says, and lifts you onto the bike. Immediately, you're terrified of the machine tipping over, so your hands grab onto the edges of the bike behind you, knuckles paling with the force. "Sober as the day I was born."

"Knowing you that'll probably be fucking smashed." You grumble under your breath, and Mattheo tuts at your negativity, quickly snapping down the visor of your helmet.

He lifts his leg over the bike, and kicks off the pedestal, making it wobble slightly. You yelp, holding on even tighter.

"Mattheo, I might actually faint." You admit, and hear a very muffled chuckle from in front of you. "Stop laughing, you cunt!"

"Okay, okay." Mattheo turns his head towards you, leaning back, and the motorcycle wobbles again. "But if you really don't want to fall off, I'd grab me instead."

"Why?" You instantly challenge, and Mattheo laughs, turning away.

He does something or other, because the motorcycle lurches forwards, and in a panic, you wrap your arms tightly around him.

"I shouldn't have drunk all that alcohol." You whisper, trying to repent for all your sins as Mattheo's laugh shakes his back. "Mattheo, if you kill us both, I'm gonna kill you."

This elicits another shaking laughter, and Mattheo sticks out his leg, propping the bike as he twists in his seat.

"I promise you'll be allowed to kill me however you want." He says. "Now. Keep your feet away from the ground. Hold on tight. Even if something does happen— which it won't— I gave you those clothes, so you won't have any scrapes."

"I don't care about scrapes." You snap, arms tightening around him, and he lets out a panting breath when you squeeze. "I care about broken fucking bones."

"You won't have any of those either." He says, and does whatever you need to start the engine proper. "Now, are you ready?"

"No." You squeak, and tighten your arms around him. He lets out a wheezing breath. "Why did sober me think it would be a good idea? I was sober. Drunk me is supposed to make the bad decisions."