Don't be Chicken (on hold)

Eight; Oops

                     I assumed Noah owned a typical red truck, or maybe a blue truck at least. But, he didn't. Instead he owned a black motorcycle with flames tattooed on the sides. It was beautiful I suppose, But I admit that I was a tiny bit worried that I would have to ride on that.

When I was little there was a fatal crash in my neighborhood involving a motorcycle and a semi. Judging by the size of those two vehicles you can guess who made it out alive. My dad is paranoid of motorcycles in general and I suppose his phobia wore off on me and my life.

Noah looked absolutely gorgeous. He leaned against his motorcycle like a hot prince - so eventually we could ride into the sunset and live happily ever after. I wish that would happen to me, but unfortunately I wasn't a character in a Fairy tale book like Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty.      

          "Might want to put this on" Noah said while handing me a helmet. The helmet resembled the the motorcycles decor- with the flames and everything. 

                 "Thanks" I said while taking the helmet from his hands. All the while I was still trying to get over the fact that Noah - A guy I solemnly thought was totally country actually owned a motorcycle.

It just made him more hotter that it instantly felt like the sun somehow got closer to Earth. I wiped my forehead.

Noah climbed on the motorcycle after clipping on a helmet of his own. At first I was a bit confused, was I supposed to climb on after him? I guess that's what would make the most sense, and I defiantly didn't want to look like an idiot, so I climbed on after him.

I was a little reluctant to touch him, not that I didn't want to - it was just that I felt like I needed personal space and he probably wanted it too.

He started the engine. "You might want to hold on" He said quickly after it roared to life. I glanced around at my sides, I didn't see any handle bars to grab or anything to hold.

"I don't see any handlebars" I commented while double-checking my surroundings. I could hear him chuckle over the loud noise, then he reached behind him and grabbed my soft, tiny hands. He wrapped them around his stomach and in one swift motion we were flying down the dirt road faster than any Olympic runner. 

The wind flew through my hair faster than before - sending my hair in multiple directions. I desperately tried to calm it down, but it was just learning how to be free for the first time.    My hands felt awkward wrapped around his stomach, I could feel every crease of his abs and the tough tones of his stomach. Pretty soon my nose was capable of smelling Noah's scent of Hay and cologne, the beautiful smell made me easily addicted. 

Noah would glance at me every second or two with a faint smile pressed on his lips. That no way stopped how tense my body was sitting on the seat behind him or the way my hands barely hovered over his chest.  That's when I noticed the deep pain in my heart, Noah Horner was so gorgeous that he was breaking my heart simply because I knew I couldn't be with him.  I knew I was no where close to being good enough.

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He showed me around town peacefully like we had the whole day to waste. The town was very small but cute at the same time. Home grown food carts were surrounding the streets with fresh corn and apple butter - All very good food. There was a small library in the corner of town, but Noah said it didn't have many books available - That was very unfortunate considering that books were how I received most of my knowledge.  There was a corner store that had a few good choices for easy dinner, and easy lunches. And then - There was a school.