Motorcycle

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I'm 17 and I rebel against every single rule that is stated.
I have tatoos and my mother does not approve.
~present day~
I grab my phone and walk out of the house.
I call an Uber with my moms credit card of course and moments later it pulls up.
I get in and go to a dealership.
I step inside and see something that catches my attention.
A motorcycle. I haven't rode one of those in years. I traced my finger along the light and stared at it.
I looked at the price and my eyes widened.
Cheaper than I thought.
I take a step back and bump into someone.
I turn around and see a boy.
Y:sorry.
?:it's alright.
I turn back around but am stopped by his voice.
?:buying a motorcycle?
Y:yeah.
?:I'm getting one for my brother.
Y:oh cool.
?:I know I'm gonna sound like a total creep but I thought you were really pretty.
Y:uhh thanks.
?:my names Grayson by the way.
Y:I'm Y/n
G:that's a pretty name.
Y:do you know how to ride one of these?
G:nah
Y:ok
G:maybe you could teach me
Y:I don't have enough patience.
He laughed and I looked in his eyes.
Y:is that your real hair colour?
G:oh no
Y:yeah I saw the roots.
G:I had to dye my hair because I lost a bet
Y:what kind of bet?
G:I am a YouTuber, me and my brother make videos and I lost a bet which was if me and my brother were identical or feternall
Y:you guys are twins?
G:yeah.
Y:cool.
G:ok again imma sound like a creep but, can I have your number?
Y:yeah sure.
He handed me his phone and I put my number in.
Y:there.
G:I'll call you sometime then.
Y:ok.
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Long story short you and Grayson are really good friends and who knows, maybe something more.
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Sorry this was rlly short I be trying

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