Juicy's POV:
Great. It's a Friday. Which means I have to do my grocery shopping today. Yay. I wake up pretty early and start getting ready. I quickly take a shower and brush my teeth before fixing my hair and leaving my house. I lock the door and walk over to my car. Then, out of nowhere, a loud motorcyclist bolts down the street. I only caught a glimpse of the biker, but the second my eyes drew their attention to them, I could already tell they were hot. They looked muscular and had tan skin. They had a leather jacket and fingerless gloves to match. And to top it off, they had long dark brown hair and ripped black jeans. They were definitely my type. To be honest, my type is bikers. Especially male bikers. They are so hot. And he looked hot, so it's a win. I finally get in my car and head to the store. A few hours go by, and I've finally got everything I need to survive. I packed all the bags in the trunk and hopped in my car, sticking the key in the ignition. I turn the key, but the car doesn't seem to start. "Are you fucking serious dude?! Come on you piece of shit!" I say hitting the steering wheel. I sigh, giving up with my life. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to call someone who could help. I get out of the car, frustrated with what's happened, and wait for some to pick up the phone. Just then, the same biker dude shows up and stops to see if I was alright. He pulls off his helmet, and I instantly lose track of the world. He was hot. Like. REALLY hot. He had a beard and the same dark and long brown hair, but I could see it properly. And he had dark brown eyes, which I couldn't stop staring at. "Hey. You okay, man? Is the car not starting?" Holy shit. Even his voice is hot. He is definitely not American. The accent turns me on. Ok, Gaege. Enough. You don't know who he is, and you're already thinking about that shit. "Uh yeah, and the worst part is that I have a bunch of grocery bags in the trunk, so yay." I say, trying to keep my cool and not trying to say some stupid shit in front of him. "Damn, that really sucks man. Have you called someone?" He asks, moving a piece of hair from his face. Even every motion he does is hot. "Yep, and they haven't answered. Just my luck." I mutter the last bit quietly. "Hey. How about I at least take you home? I don't want you to stay here without anywhere to go." He says cheerfully. Wow. He is a nice biker and everything. "Oh, thanks, man, that's really kind of you. The names Gaege." I reply, sticking my hand out for him to shake. "Eduardo or Eddie for short." He says in a thick accent. Ok, he is definitely Mexican and my type. "Quick question. Are you afraid of fast movement?" He asks me, putting his helmet on. "Uh no, I'm not actually." I say adjusting my shirt. "I'm glad cause we're gonna go quite fast." He says, getting back on his bike. "Right, let's go, hope on." He motions for me to come. I get on the back of his bike and sit there. "By the way, you'll have to hold onto me. You can't just sit like that, or else you'll die." He says, making me feel slightly anxious. I wrap both my arms around his back and loop them around his chest, holding on tight. He starts the engine and speeds out of the store parking lot. After a few minutes, we finally make it to my house safe and sound. We both get off as I walk towards my door while grabbing the keys out of my pocket. Eddie slowly follows behind, taking off his helmet. I finally found my keys before unlocking the door. I turn around and say my thanks to Eddie. "Hey, thank you so much, man. I'm glad you could take me back to my house before sun down." I say, making him smile. "For sure, man, any time, glad I could help." He says, reaching out for a hug. I, of course, accepted it, and we hugged for what felt like a while but pulled away as I walked into my house again. I jumped on the couch and thought about Eddie for the rest of the night. I hope I get to see him again and maybe become friends or even more.
