Can I Be Your Superman

Motercycle Rides and Running

Emily's POV

My hair flutters behind me as Ian speeds down the streets weaving in and out of traffic. Normally someone may be quite terrified to be riding on the back of a motorcycle that was possibly going over 80 miles per hr but it actually felt quite calming to me. Well you know after the initial scare of moving faster than a bicycle. I cling tighter to Ian as he makes a sharp left turn. I don’t know why I was so scared to begin with. Resting my helmeted head on Ian’s back I turn my head to the right and close my eyes and just let myself feel the wind whipping at my legs, arms, and clothes.

Before I even know it, we end up pulling into a driveway of a white and baby blue two-story house. Ian tilts the bike to the left and unintentionally I let down my left foot as soon as he does. He sets down the kickstand, I unravel my arms from his waist, and then he gets off the bike before helping me off. I stand there awkwardly looking around as he digs around in his bag looking for something. I looked at the house and slowly began to fall in love with the design. The rooftops were a darker gray; the shingled walls were baby blue, red shutters while the house had accents of white. The porch was to the left of us, which was mostly colored white. The door itself was a deep red like the shutters.

“Come on.” Ian commanded. I looked over at Ian to see that he had already put his bike in the garage and started walking to the front door. “I forgot my garage door key so we have to go through the front.” I just nodded my head and trailed behind him on the white cement walk way. I watched him move keys around on, what I just realized was, his necklace. No wonder why he always had them I guess those keys weren’t just for show. Ian shoved the key into the key hole, twisted, and shoved the door open. The door lightly banged on the wall behind it.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” He gestures with his right hand stepping aside to let me in first while bowing a little at the waist. I blush lightly and felt the corner of my lip twitch into a smile.

“Why thank you my kind sir.” I mock curtsy then stroll through the doorway while trying not to laugh. As I step inside, I glance around curiously. I looked to my left to see an archway leading into the kitchen and to my right is a carpeted staircase. Ian slips into the house and closes the door behind him softly. I whirl around, look up at him with my head tilted slightly, and nibble on my bottom lip as I feel the nervousness slipping back into me. I’ve never been alone with a boy before. There is normally always someone not too far away, from where we are. Ian looks down at me making eye contact before his eyes flick down to my lip. He reaches out and clutches my chin lightly effectively stopping my nibbling.

“Don’t do that,” he continues staring at me. I feel the familiar rush of heat warming my cheeks the longer Ian stares down at me. I always feel like I’m at a loss of what to do or say when he traps me with his eyes. Trying to get out of the trance, I shake my head lightly and take a step back. Before I know what’s happening my feet aren’t under me anymore and the room is going vertical on me. I squeeze my eyes tight waiting for the impact that didn’t seem to come. I peel open my eyes when I realize there is a warm arm around my waist.

“Oops?” I let out a breathy laugh when it sets in that Ian just caught me before I made a dent in his floor with my body. He just shakes his head and scoops me up into his arms making me blush heavily.

“I can’t even let you move on your own or else you’ll hurt yourself.” Ian laughs at me before slowly lying me down on his couch. He continued to hover over me with one knee next to my leg and he was holding his upper body up with one hand on the armrest and the other beside my head. Ian stared down at me for a second or two before lightly using the back of his hand to graze the cut along my cheek. He sits back up straight.

“Let me go get some stuff to clean you up.” Ian gets up and walks away giving me some time to think about what I’m going to tell him since he won’t let this issue go this time. I think I’ll leave out names and not tell him the whole story, or I can just hope he forgets or figures out that I don’t want to talk about it.