Motorcycle. L.h. (Completed.)

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"Mom me and Erin are going out tonight is that okay?" Lyric asked. Lyric's mom sighed. "I guess." she said. Lyric and Erin cheered. "But please be safe." Lyric's mom said. "We will Mrs. Rogers." Erin said.

Lyric's POV
Erin and I are really great friends. We did everything together. We got fake ID's together to we could get into bars. My parents would freak if they found out. I mean they are rich people with a big corporation. They want me to be apart if it but I don't want to.

I was currently drinking a corona, my favorite beer, when I noticed a cute boy staring at me from across the bar. I smiled and looked away. He was wearing a black hoody with the sleeves rolled up, black skinny jeans and black converse. Erin came up to me. "You know that blonde hotty has been staring at you ever since you walked in the bar." she said. "Why would anyone stare at me?" I asked putting the bottle to my mouth. "Lyric you are gorgeous. Now get your ass over to that hot guy and get his number." she said pushing me. I turned and I ran into someone. It was him. "Well finally." he said. His accent could make any girl melt. "Hi." I said speechless. He was so hot up close. I noticed his lip ring and stubble. "You okay?" he asked pulling me back into reality. "Yea I'm fine." I said. "You wanna go outside?" he asked. "Yea, sure." I said. He grabbed my hand and I looked at Erin with a big smile on my face. She gave me a thumbs up in reply.

Me and this guy were outside on the balcony drinking our beers. "So where you born here in America?" I asked him. "No I was born in Australia I'm just here for work." he said. "That sounds so cool. I would love to visit Australia." I said the wind started blow. "I'm Luke by the way." he said. "I'm Lyric." I said. "Thats an interesting name. So how old are you?" he asked. "Well according to my fake ID I'm 21 but in reality I'm 18." I said. "I'm 19." he said. "No fake ID?" I asked. "No fake ID." he said. "When are you going back to Australia?" I asked. "In a couple of weeks." he said pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. "Oh." I said with a sad tone. "You sound upset about it." he said blowing out smoke. "Well, you're kinda the first guys I've ever talked to since 7the grade." I said. He looked at me with a smile. "You're really pretty." he said. He hugged me tight. He smelled so good.