Thorn Bush +Muke ✔

19

"You look gorgeous, baby. Good job."

I smiled up at him, my fingers grazing the the thick black circles on my earlobes. He put our bags in the back compartment on the motorcycle.

"Now I can't suck on your earlobes." Luke had complained when I picked out the earrings.

Luke pushed my fringe out of my eyes, his fingertips brushing a few centimeters away from my shiny, new eyebrow piercing. I ended up getting it when I saw Luke's and picked one out.

"It feels weird but its a good weird." I said.

"Like you've found part of yourself."

"Yeah." I whispered, smiling at how deep and meaningful he sounded.

Picking the helmet off the handlebars, he plucked it on my head. Buckling the strap, he made sure it fit.

"You need a helmet." I pointed out.

"No. I have a helmet." The blond replied, knocking on the top of my helmet with his knuckles, "You need one. We'll get you a real pretty one."

"What if I want a really cool and badäss one?" I asked.

He chuckled and rose his eyebrows at me, surprised at my word choice.

"Alright then, Mr. Badäss. We'll get you a cool one. Now hop on."

|Luke|

"Dried blood? Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised."

"Well that's real reassuring."

Michael set the plain black helmet back and I chuckled at him. We stood at the back wall of a Motorcycle Repair shop. My uncle's friend owns the shop so I'm allows free range over here.

The back wall was full of old motorcycle helmets, some so old and dusty they put antiques to shame. Some found on sides of roads, some left in the shop and forgotten.

Jacki, my uncle's friend's wife, hit my side playfully as she walked past, "decorate it for him."

Michael looked up at me with a mix of confusion and excitement.

"I mess around with paints and the helmets." I stated.

Jacki rolled her eyes, "he tattoos helmets. Go show him. I got you new paints."

"Really?" I asked.

She nodded and tossed me the keys to the old office. I guided Michael through the shop, my hand slipping into the back pocket of his black skinny jeans that he ended up putting on because he was chilly.

He also had my leather jacket on, his hands completely covered and the bottom hem reaching down to cover his bum.

When we got into the office, which was transformed into my little paint station, Michael sat down on a small chair and brought his knees up to his chest.

"Today's been fun." He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"It's not over yet." I stated.

He let out a small hum and gave me a nod. I kissed his forehead before going to my messy desk.

"What do you want painted on your helmet?" I asked.

"Whatever you think. Something beautiful."

"Something beautiful."

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Tired

~Cookie Xx