Not So Different

Wild Freedom

I woke up to the sound of Aurora crying at 6:47 in the morning. I jumped up and tripped instantly and ended up face-planting. I'm gonna be late. I took off running upstairs to grab a light pink skirt that ended at the knees with a white button up shirt with 3/4 sleeves. I grabbed black ballet flats and a headband to match my skirt.

I ran down the stairs and realized the nanny still wasn't here her phone went to voice mail my parents had left an hour ago. I was in a panic because I couldn't just leave my babies on their own I was panicking.

I couldn't leave them on their own oh god what am I supposed to do. I ran around the house pacing back and forth. Oh my goodness. I started to run back and forth. What am I supposed to do. What am I supposed to do. What am I supposed to do!

I look at them and took a deep breathe. I looked at Aurora who had settled back down into a nap. I sat down in the couch and put my head down in my hands and just sat there. I heard a key slide into the door and I instantly ran towards it."Where have you been! I'm late to school I've missed the bus! I have no ride! What am I supposed to do now you should have been here over half an hour ago!" I go on ranting as the nanny looks at me with a deer caught in headlights look. I stormed out the door past her." Your so lucky I like you to much to fire you!" I grovel as I walk down the pathway to the sidewalk.

A guy on a bike drives up to me and stops." Get on." I shake my head." I don't know you." As I finish what I say the guy takes off his helmet reveal Alex.

"Get on this is your last chance going once going twice." As he ends the sentence he throws his helmet on and I make a split second decision and jump on the back putting my hands on his shoulders it seems wrong to wrap them around his waist. Like I'd betray Carter in that one movement. He scoffs but drives off even aways.

He didn't even offer his helmet but I could care less. As he went off and wind whipped my hair around I can't help but feel free I haven't been on a bike in a long time. I missed it I have to admit. When me and Carter started going out he made it his mission to show me and help me do things I'd never thought to do before riding a motorcycle had been one of them. I had fallen in love at that moment. Not with Carter but the feeling that the bike gave me.

A wild freedom. I still had his bike and after I had told him. Carter had it painted in beautiful red cursive that trailed into purple. He had named his bike for me and gifted it to me. He had given me that black beauty that sits in my garage.

Wild freedom.

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