Arms wrap tighter around my waist, making me roll my eyes. I'm riding on my motorcycle with a girl who is afraid of bikes. She is wearing my helmet, but still refuses to even look at the road; instead, her head rests on my shoulder, almost crushing it. I don't normally ride with other people, though, so this isn't something I particularly enjoy. But, I refuse to drive one of the military jeeps. Steffany will be fine, anyway. I gave her my helmet, didn't I?
"So why do you know this area so well?" I ask her, but all I get in return is muffled sounds.
"Dude," I try to get her attention but she doesn't move, only tightening her grip on me. "Steffany, I've been driving this bike for 7 years, you're going to be fine."
The pain on my right shoulder lifts a little. "Says the one who was in a bike accident a month ago," she mumbles, growling in the slightest.
"Well. You kinda got me there," I chuckle, and she giggles lightly.
"I wish this had a seatbelt,"
"Where would it have be put?" I laugh to myself. A seatbelt wouldn't make sense on a motorcycle. If you flip, you flip. You're taking the risk just buying the thing. Everybody knows this.
"You shouldn't be driving this. It's not-"
"Safe? I think I got the memoir," I slow down at a stop light, the bike going to a stop while I rest my foot on the ground until it turns green.
"We're at a stoplight if you wanna give your arms a break," Steffany releases her tight grip on me and I take a deep breath.
"Don't you dare ever make me ride this thing again." She continues to argue.
The streets surrounding us have a small amount of cars passing by, but for the most part, it's empty; deserted. The buildings are left just as they were a day ago, it's just different without people scrambling in and out of the doors as usual. Though the skies are now darkening, night is upon us. We're going to have to fight in the dark. While as the autobots have vision through that, I don't and neither do the rest of the military. This should make the fight even more challenging to us.
"Hold on tight," I give the girl a quick second warning before speeding off, the tip of my bike hitting the air before slamming onto the ground once more. I smirk, but Steffany let's out a shriek and grabs onto me, her fingers clawing at my sides. Wow. She really is scared of this. As she lies her head back down on my shoulder, a sharp pain exudes from my side.
"Hey!" She just pinched me!
"Don't scare me like that!"
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry," I whisper, letting my grip on the gas handle slip a little, slowing down the bike.
"Thank you," Steffany says, and I smile. She really isn't all that bad, really. She's kinda nice to have around-
No.
Riding up next to a half-lit building, I frown, noticing most of the blinds to the windows are open, but there aren't any cars around. I offer a glance to Steffany, but she of course, doesn't notice me with her head still buried in the helmet on my shoulder. Which still hurts, by the way. I did kinda scare her though, so I guess I deserve it.
"You sure this is it?" I ask Steffany, and she lifts her head.
"Yep. This is it." She says, going to pull off the helmet, but I stop her.
"No. Don't. You look better with it on," I chuckle, setting my motorcycle stand down and flipping my leg over the bike.
"Very funny." She pulls it off, letting it hang on the bike's handle.
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Metal after Victory
FanfictionIF ONLY SEQUEL A warship had been detected in our universe, and the signal is moving fast. What we didn't know was that a ancient alien race was the signal, and that they weren't just exiled to another planet years ago, but they were exiled to anoth...
