Jack pulled up into his driveway, slowing down the bike and walking it up as he did so. He pressed a button on his motorcycle, making the garage door ahead of you open; Jack stopped walking the bike before he entered the garage, stepping off of the motorcycle and pulling off his helmet. You followed suit, slowly pulling off your helmet trying to figure out how it comes off properly.
Once the helmet was off, you followed Jack into the garage as he walked his motorcycle in with him. He kicked out the stand and sat it next to a table that had a variety of tools that were scattered along the surface. He set his helmet on the table, along with yours next to his. Jack went to the other side of the garage that had a single door, that led to the interior of the house.
Turning the knob, Jack opened the door and gestured inside. Inside, you were greeted by a small hallway that had a washer and a dryer on one side, with shelves that held neatly folded towels, with cleaning bottles and products dangling over the edge by the trigger. The washing machine buzzed as it cleaned whatever clothes were inside.
Jack walked ahead of you, gesturing you to follow him. "The kitchen is over here if you're hungry," he said walking out of the hallway and to the living room. You followed close behind, observing the space. It was decent sized, had a cheap leather couch with a wooden coffee table and a small flatscreen on the wall. A few potted plants were sitting in corners, the vases dusty from neglect of cleaning.
"My mom should be home soon. She's nice, don't worry," Jack said as he made his way behind a kitchen counter and to the fridge. He opened it and pulled out a small container of vanilla yogurt. Opening a drawer, Jack pulled out a spoon and handed the yogurt and spoon to you. You took it graciously, then just stared at the peel-off-wrapper, observing the picture of the vanilla flower.
You looked up back to Jack, a questioning look in your eyes. "What were you planning of us doing here, anyway?" You asked, setting the spoon and yogurt on the coffee table. Jack shrugged.
"I was kind of hoping you would have an idea," he chuckled nervously. You cocked an eyebrow at him. Jack cleared his throat.
"Look, I don't have many friends, besides Miko and Raf. I actually didn't expect for you to actually come so—" he was cut off, not by you, but by his phone. He pulled it out of his back pocket and flipped it open, then held it to his ear.
"Hello?" Jack said into the receiver.
"Arcee? What—" Jack was cut short by the other person on the phone. His voice lowered to barely above a whisper. You couldn't hear much, except for "base" and "okay". Jack snapped his phone shut, and turned to look at you.
"Do you think you could come with me for another bike ride? I could use your help with something," Jack said, shoving his phone back into his pocket.
"Uh- sure. What do you need my help with?" You asked.
"I'll explain once we're there," he said, walking into the laundry room and opening the door to the garage.
"Once we're there— where are we going?" You demanded, following Jack into the garage. He closed the door behind you, then tossed you his helmet. Jack put his own helmet on, then proceeded to step onto his bike. He patted on the seat behind him, telling you to clamber on. Silently obeying, you put your helmet on and wrapped your arms around Jack's chest.
"Alright, hang on—!" Jack said quickly and he turned the motorcycle around, and practically flew out of the garage as the garage door opened.
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"Hey, uh, where're we going again?" You shout over the bike's engine. The dead tundra flew by the two of you, the wind howling into your ear as it smacked against your helmet's front.
