“No, no, no, no, no I am not getting on that,” I mutter, taking a step back as if even just standing by the motorcycle will kill me. Luke is already getting his helmet off the back and swinging one leg around the machine so he is now standing over the motorcycle.
“Oh come on, what happened to the whole ‘rebel’ thing you had going on a few seconds ago?” he smirks as he raises an eyebrow at me. I scowl at him, I knew this whole ‘making friends with Luke’ situation would come back to bite me in the ass.
“Can’t we just be rebels and take my car to wherever you want to go?” I groan, I know I sound like a baby right now but getting on a motorcycle really scares me.
“Oh what? You want to take the little sports car daddy bought you for being a good girl?” Luke answers sarcastically.
“Actually daddy bought me the sports car because he and mommy couldn’t be home the week of my sixteenth birthday. If you want me to ride on the damn motorcycle fine, but if I die I’m coming back as a ghost and haunting you for the rest of your effing life,” I mutter angrily, grabbing the extra helmet he is holding out for me and placing it on my head before getting on behind him.
“Effing?” he questions, turning his head slightly so that I can see the glint of humor in his eyes and his raised eyebrow.
“I just gave you that whole speech and all you took from it was that I said ‘effing’?” I question in disbelief. Seriously, I tell the boy I’m going to come back after him as a ghost and all he takes in is the fact that I don’t want to use the F word.
“Whatever, let’s go,” Luke chuckles, sitting down and starting the motorcycle. I sit down as well and hold my breath trying to figure out where I can place my hands to keep from falling off as the vibrations shake my whole body.
“You know you kind of have to put your arms around me,” I hear from in front of me.
“Put your arms around me,” I mock in a high pitched voice, “if I didn’t know any better I would think you just want me close,” I murmur, thinking that he wouldn’t be able to hear me with how loud the roar of the motorcycle is. The way his body shakes from laughter as I wrap my arms around him though tells me differently.
My stomach cringes as Luke suddenly rips out of the parking lot, the tires of the motorcycle squealing against the asphalt of the road. My arms involuntarily wrap tighter around his waist, him still chuckling the whole time. I really just want to punch him right now.
As he pulls out of the school and onto the highway I watch as we fly by other cars, Luke weaving in and out of larger vehicles riding in the same direction as we are going. After a few minutes I feel like I am going to be sick and put my head into Luke’s back so I don’t have to see the different colors of the trees, cars, and sky fall behind us as we speed along.
“Can you please go a little slower?” I beg loudly, my arms now losing feeling from holding onto Luke so tightly. Of course his stomach just vibrates from laughing in response, but I swear I feel our speed slow down if ever so slightly.
I keep my head hidden in Luke’s back until I acknowledge the fact that we are slowing down by a considerable amount. Peeking out from the cover of his body I see that we are in the middle of town, and he is pulling into a hamburger place.
“You made me skip school to come get cheeseburgers?” I ask skeptically as Luke gets off the motorcycle. I am still sitting on the back seat, trying to get feeling in my arms as I pull the helmet off my head. Welp, there goes my straight hair today I think to myself as I know I now have hat, or helmet, hair. As I attempt to get off the motorcycle my legs are already feeling sorry even though I’ve only been sitting in that position for a few minutes.
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Demons (hemmings au)
Fanfiction"I let her come with me, and then I watched her die El, and I could do nothing to stop it..." I realize at that moment that this is why he blames himself...The demons he's battling in his mind are worse than any others because he thinks it is all hi...
