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The Bad Boy

  This particular guy has two scenarios, since two ideas just happened to pop into my head. 

Hope you like!

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*First Scenario* 

             Your arms are wrapped tightly around his waist as he speeds down the abandoned highway… of course; not counting the two police cars that trailed you, their sirens blaring.

It’s just past midnight, and you and he are in the middle of escaping the ‘crime-scene’.

He’d just written rather large graffiti on a billboard just a few miles away.

His wild laugh flew into your ears as the wind whipped your hair. 

Your eyes trailed admiringly along the tattoos that decorated his skin, and to the many piercings in his ears, for the thousandth time that night.

He swerved dangerously down an exit that he’d almost missed. The police continuing down the highway at full speed, not able to slow down their bulky cars fast enough to follow.

You held tighter and yelled out in surprise.

“Aw, is someone afraid?” he yelled, his voice teasing as his motorcycle darted down the road. 

“Never! Only surprised!” you yelled back.

“Well, if you expect it, then I’m not doing my job,” he called out.

Randomly he braked and turned, his motorcycle screeching, your leg grazed the ground, and the rubber forming a dark mark against the asphalt of the highway, as he tried to further evade the police, just in case.

 He was now driving along the grass at the edge of the highway, towards a large span of trees.

“And what job is that?” you asked loudly, in order for him to hear you.

He glanced back at you, his smile devilish as he flew past trees, weaving in between them like lightning, he slowed his bike with the brakes, and with a jerk and a twist, he grabbed onto you and you both tumbled to the ground.

He made sure that you landed on top of him, as to ensure you remained unharmed. 

You trembled ever so slightly at the sudden ‘crash’. The bike lay on its side a little ways away.

“My job… is to keep you on your toes,” he whispered in reply slightly out of breath. 

“Never bored?” you asked, repeating the same phrase the two of you had since the beginning of your relationship.

He smirked and then crashed his lips to yours,

“Never bored.”

*Second Scenario* 

You walked around the side of the building; he led you silently to the back of the school.

You pause slightly, becoming reluctant. 

He turned back to you, flashing you a stunning grin.

“Come on, cutting one class won’t hurt,” he chuckled. 

You thought for a moment, then sighed and continued to follow him. 

“I’ve got something I want to show you… which, by the way… is way more interesting than Chemistry,” he informed you, reaching into his pocket with his tattooed arm and pulling out his keys.

You get into the car and he drives away, his engine revving loudly as he speeds down the road. 

He comes to a stop at the local dump, and you give him a questioning glance.

“Don’t ask! It’ll ruin the surprise!” he chuckled, getting out of the car.

You followed, and he helped you up and over the fence, which was surprisingly not covered with barbed wire at the top… though it was private property, and you two were trespassing. 

He hopped over the fence with ease and grabbed your hand, walking more towards the center of the dump.

He led you to a pile of broken down motorcycles.

“Look at them,” he sighed admiringly, “I could totally fix one of these up… if only I could get it out of here.”

You laughed at his dreamy expression and studied the bikes, “They are pretty cool,” you mumbled admiring them as well.

“What are you kids doing!” a loud deep voice bellowed.

You both froze and suddenly you were in his arms as he ran. He still managed to run quickly with you in his grasp, and you two reached the fence in record time.

He helped you over and then hopped over himself, and you both scrambled to his car and backed out quickly, just as the man reached the fence, waving his fist around in the air angrily.

 You were both laughing hysterically as he drove.

Instead of heading back to the school, he parked at your favorite diner. 

“Let’s get something to eat,” he suggested, getting out of the car and holding the door open for you, flashing you a grin as he held his hand out for you.

“Christ, your absolutely crazy,” you murmur to him as you lean up and peck his lips.

“Crazy about you,” he laughed cheekily, and pulled you into the diner.