It was around noon when the storm clouds started rolling in, we were still sitting outside, not speaking to each other.
When the thunder started booming we decided to go inside, I opened the door to walk in and the big orange cat that lived under my house ran inside.
I walked to the kitchen and got him out some milk, he twirled himself around my legs, almost like he was saying thank you for letting him in out of the storm.
I went to the bathroom to change the gauze over the cut on my face. My eye wasn't swelled anymore but it was definitely black.
I could feel Lucas watching me from the doorway but I paid him no mind.
I took my foundation out of my makeup bag and tried to cover the bruise on my face.
When I was satisfied I left the bathroom and went to my room to change, after the rain was over I planned on going riding again.
I went and changed into a pair of black jean shorts and a blue tank top. When I was done I opened my bedroom door and picked up the bag that I had forgotten at Lucas's house yesterday.
I took the clothes out that I was wearing before I got my dress and put them in my hamper, wait.
I pulled my jeans and shirt out of the hamper. Where the hell is my bra!?
I stormed out of my bedroom, Lucas was sitting on one of the bar stools at the counter.
"You took my bra!" I accused.
"You got me, bright pink is my favorite color." He laughed.
"It's not funny! Why would you do that?"
"What would I need with a woman's bra?" He stood up.
"Whatever!" I sat down and pulled my boots on.
"Where are you going?"
"Riding, it's done raining."
"Let's go back to my place so I can change, I'll join you."
I shrugged and headed out the door. I walked over to the garage and unlocked the door. I walked through the mess of tools and four wheeler parts.
I lifted on the big rolling door but it was stuck, I tried again. Lucas walked up behind me and lifted on the door, pushing his body against mine.
I put my bike in gear and pushed it out of the garage, Lucas got on, I sat behind him.
"Hold on." He said after he started the bike, I didn't want to put my arms around him so I gripped the roll bar behind me.
He took off slow then punched the throttle, causing my arms to fly up around his waist. I could feel his abs through his tight black t-shirt.
When we got to his place he went inside and put his boots and a pair of jeans on.
He walked to the shed and pushed his bike out, he walked back to me and took the key from my bike.
"ride with me?" I hated riding with other people but I liked being able to put my arms around him.
He pulled a rolled blunt from his pocket before we took off we finished it.
