Take Me Home

A Hot Chick and Indigo

"Ki, where you going?" her mom, Nina, interrogated in her thick Japanese accent as she cuddled with Kiana's dad, Greg, on the couch.

"Uh.. Li- uh.. Jamie just got a motorcycle and wants to take me for a ride.. is that okay?" Kiki sheepishly lied and looked down at her black boots shyly.

"Hey that's cool! You gotta wear a helmet though," Greg piped up from next to Nina who was groaning from wanting a foot massage but was also skeptical about this whole motorcycle ordeal. Kiki nodded furiously in response and turned away to walk out the door before she saw Liz smoothly getting off her sleek navy blue motorcycle to come to Kiki's front door. She began to panic as she saw her plan not working out so well.

Kiki's parents got up and looked out the window at the empty motorcycle to admire it for a second and that was Kiki's moment to make a run for it.

"BYE MOM, BYE DAD, SEE YOU BY DINNER TIME!" Kiki called out to her parents before they could respond and she exited her house immediately, shutting her door hard.

She barely had time to notice that Liz was already at the top of the steps and as Kiki closed the door, she turned around and leaned against it in relief with her eyes shut. Then, she opened them to see Liz without her helmet on but smiling so wide. Her hair was curled effortlessly but had a cute little frizz to it from it being in a helmet. Her lips were glistening with cherry chapstick, and her eyes glittered as she looked Kiki up and down.

Kiki was speechless at the sight of Liz, but then finally gained some self control. She pulled a Debby Ryan and fixed her hair quickly before opening her mouth to start a convo. Before she could, Liz said something first.

"So.. come here often?" She smirked and winked as she began walking down the steps, leading Kiki to her sick whip. Thankfully, she put on her helmet again before Kiki's parents could see her in plain sight.

"Uh.. I live here," Kiki laughed and watched the sway of Liz's hips as she walked in front of her. Liz mounted the motorcycle and held out a dark purple helmet for Kiki to wear, almost like it was made for her.

"No shit, Sherlock. You gettin' all flustered seein' me is cute though," Liz said as she patted the space behind her for Kiana to sit on.

"Hey, don't be a dick. My parents already got on my ass about leaving on a freaking motorcycle," Kiki said playfully and punched Liz's arm before mounting the bike like she knew what she was doing.

"Hey fine fine, I'll make up for my bad attitude with a great date alright?" She said muffled through her helmet as Kiki put her's on. Already, adrenaline coursed through her veins as Liz began to rev up the bike and as they accelerated out of the apartment complex.

"Is this okay?" Kiki yelled as they started gaining speed, slowly wrapping her arms around Liz's small waist until she felt safe even with nothing to protect her but a helmet. Liz melted under Kiki's touch as she secretly smirked underneath her helmet.

"Hell yeah, baby!" Liz screamed in delight as they took the freeway to somewhere unknown to Kiki, but Liz had something special planned.

Trees and cars flashed by faster than anything Kiki had ever seen, and it felt invigorating for both of them. After a few miles, Liz slowed to a stop by a music shop. The multicolored neon signs saying "OPEN" and "FITZ'S RECORDS" were already glowing even though it was perfectly sunny outside. They both hopped off the bike and stared in awe through the windows.

"'FITZ'S Records'? Isn't that your last name?" Kasey asked, gazing at Liz's sharp jawline as she looked through the window of the shop at the rows and rows of cds, movies, records, and more.

"Yeah, my dad owns it. I sometimes come in and help out when he can't. Lately, he hasn't been able to work as much as usual," Liz said as they walked into the shop and began rifling through some records.

"That's so awesome. But why is that?" Kiki wondered as she stood side by side Liz as they looked at records ranging from Elton John to Katy Perry to Bob Marley to anything you could think of.

"Uh...oh shit. Sorry I run my mouth sometimes. Let's save that for another time. Anyways, what kind of music do you like?" Liz changed the subject quickly and walked into a different aisle so that she faced Kiki.

"Oh, no worries. I uh... don't judge me.. but I like R&B like Kiana Ledé, Ella Mai, and Chris Brown," Kiki said shyly as she coincidently found a Chris Brown record. She had to get it! It was Indigo and included some extra songs that weren't originally on the album.

"No way.. I love Kiana too..I guess I could get used to the rest even though I'm mostly a country girl," Liz chuckled and returned to where Kiki was as she saw that the thin girl found herself something special.

Kiki looked at Liz and held out the record for her to look at. "Right, because I definitely couldn't tell by your thick accent," Kiki said with a palpable layer of sarcasm in her voice. Liz rolled her eyes but also saw how much Kiki wanted the record.

"Shut up Kiana Brown! Anyways.. you said you liked Chris Brown so.. this is yours. On the house," Liz smiled and slipped the record back into Kiki's hands. Kiki's heart started beating hard. This was so sweet of her. Even though there was a decent amount of people in the colorful poster-covered shop, it really felt like Liz and her were the only two people in the world in that moment.

"What?? No way, I gotta repay you somehow," Kiki caught up to Liz, who was already walking out of the store, and grabbed her hand to turn her around. Liz's hand intertwined perfectly with hers. Like they were made for each other or something.

"Uh.. I-.. I have a few ideas," Liz stuttered as they continued to hold hands but then returned to her confident, alluring self. Kiki's hand felt cold in hers, but Liz's hand seemed blazing hot in the moment, so she was more than okay with it.

"Tell me more," Kiki smirked at Liz's proposition as they started to mount the gleaming motorcycle again. This time Liz made Kiki go in front.

"How about I show you," Liz whispered in Kiki's ear as she hopped on the bike behind Kiki and began to slide her hand around Kiki's waist, her hand close enough to her chest to make electricity course through Kiki's entire body. She knew she wanted more.

"I- I don't know how to drive a motorcycle," Kiki could barely speak as Liz's hands got closer and closer to her boobs but then returned to her waist.

"I'll press the gas and you control the handles,"

Liz sounded insane, but Kiki liked it.