I'll Always Remember [COMPLETE]

I'll Always Remember; Chapter 9

It's the 7th day of the week - Sunday, school will start tomorrow. 

Auntie went out early to arrange everything in school. As usual, It's me and Christian who's left guarding the house. I'm lying down the couch watching Spongebob Squarepants. 

"Are you ready kids?" the captain in the show asks, "aye aye, captain" I whisper, smiling dumbly. "I can't hear you!" he says, "aye aye, captain!" I shouted, laughing. "Having fun, aren't we?" Christian laughingly asks. I look at him, he's dressed up. "Going somewhere?" I question, smiling at him, he nods "yeah, buying school supplies" - Crap! i totally forgot!

"Umm, hey! Can you buy me too, I'll just get the li-" 

"No" he says, shaking his head. "you should come with me" he adds, grabbing my wrist towards him, I almost fall but then he catch me, holding my waist. My face are a few inches away from his. "You're blushing" he says, with a smile, "n-no I'm not" I lie, taking my wrist back. "Wait for me, I'll go change" 

I ran upstairs and change my clothes, I put my denim shorts on, a white hanging blouse with the united kingdom's flag on it and my black wedge. "I'm ready" I say, walking outside. Christian stare at me, "you don't need to dressed up like that, we're just going to buy school supplies" he says, locking the door behind us. 

"This is what fashion's all about" I say, winking at him. "Here" he shouted, abruptly throwing me a motorcycle helmet. "What am I going to do with this? It's not like we're gonna ride a-" 

He smiled at me, "don't tell me" i say, with a worried look on my face. He open the garage and rode the motorcycle, starting the engine. "No, no, no. I won't ride a motorcycle" I demand, walking away from him. "Mom took the car with her" he responds, smiling at me. "Come on let's go" he says, offering his hand. "Trust me" he adds 

"Wait, where's your helmet then?" I asks, "I don't wear one, it gives me an uneasy feeling while driving" he answer. That's dangerous

"I won't ride if you won't wear one" I say, looking away from him. "Fine, fine" he utter, walking towards the garage and grabbing a black helmet. "Happy?" he asks with a sigh. I nod, and rode at his back, "Hold on tight" he says

He drive swiftly, "slow down" I shouted, holding tightly on his waist.