Leather Jackets

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Picture is Grey --------->>>
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I stared at the reflection of myself in my full length mirror. I was wearing a pair of light wash ripped skinny jeans, and a Green Day tshirt, with my black chuck taylors.

"He said casual" I reminded myself.

I swiftly turned around to glance at my nightstand clock.

4:50
I had ten minutes till Grey would be here to take me to... wherever he was taking me. My appearance wasn't going to get any better, so I turned and left my room. I shut the door hearing the soft 'click'.

I walked down my upstairs hallway but stopped when I passed the bathroom. The door was wide open and in the bathroom was Daniel. His one leg was raised so it was resting on top of the sink. He was shaving his legs... while listening to Drake music..

"Hey girly! What poppin?!?" Daniel yelled over the loud rap music.

"Poppin" I said aloud as I walked away from the horrible sight before me.

"Cindy!!!" I yelled once I reached the bottom of the stairs.

"What!?!" She hollered back from the kitchen.

I made my way into the kitchen, and saw her texting at the table.

"Cindy- why is Daniel shaving his legs in the bathroom?" I questioned in a sickeningly sweet voice.
Cindy's head snapped up at the mention of her name. She met my gaze with a 'are you actually asking me this question right now' look.

"Because he is a swimmer.. duh" she scoffed and got up and went upstairs. I rolled my eyes. That was a typical Cindy answer.

The front door bell sounded indicating that someone was here. I glanced at the clock and it read 5:00. right on the dot.

"Shit" I mumbled to myself as I made my way to the front door. I yanked it open to see Grey looking down and texting. he didn't look up until I cleared my throat.

"Oh hey! Ready to go?" He smiled.

I nodded. Grey swiftly turned on his heels and made his way down that driveway. Once we reached the bottom, I took a good look at his car. It was a 1960's vintage mustang. It was coloured black with a white stipe down the middle. Overall a very nice car.

(A/N... Please be thankful that I did not say something like "I was shocked to see the sight before me. I can't believe he wanted me to get on his big Harley Davidson Motorcycle! There was absolutely no way I was getting on that death trap" then have Monroe get on the motor bike and love it. I am not that cliche okay guys!.... Back to the story)

"I like your car" I told Grey once we were buckled in. He beamed at me, Then sped off down the road. I awkwardly turned on the radio and the sound of the 1975 came through the old mustangs speakers.

"I love this song" me and Grey said at the same moment. Again, he beamed at me.

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After about a 20 minute drive, we pulled up to what seemed to be an old biker joint/bar. It looked kind of sketchy. Who am I kidding, it looked terrifying. There were old biker dudes smoking outside, there were these guys with Mohawks dealing drugs by the dumpsters, and there was a group of prostitutes for fucks sake!

"Uhm- Grey?" My voice came out squeaky. He looked over at me and quirked a brow.

"Are we in the right place?"

"The Lucky Lady, yup I'm sure"

I turned back and gulped.

"Monroe" Grey started "its not that bad. You can trust me"

I nodded.

Grey parked the car and proceeded to get out. I opened to door and cautiously exited the vehicle. I sped up so I could walk right beside Grey. Our hands brushed but I didn't care. I was to scared shitless to think of anything else.

We reached the front doors of the bar, Grey stepped forward and grabbed the handle and yanked the old wooden door open and held it till I walked in past him. I looked all around me, there was loud classic rock music playing. there were leather couches, pool tables, and all the walls were painted a light red colour.

"See" Grey snapped me out of my thoughts "it's not that bad" he finished with a smile. But Grey was right. This place isn't really that bad.

"Grey!" Someone shouted from across the bar. Grey searched the room for the source of the call. Then his eyes finally landed on something, or someone. A large smile graced his face as he placed his hand on my lower back leading me towards one of the pool tables in the back.

Once we moved through a small crowed of people, I could see who we were approaching. There were two guys that looked to be the same age as me, but if not a few years older. They both looked up and beamed at me.

"Grey buddy, who's your friend" one of the guys said with a smirk. He was tall, tan, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He has classic good looks I will give him that.

The guy smiled "I'm Ryan" he said in a deep voice while extending his hand to shake. I took his hand in mine and have him a firm shake.

"Monroe" I smiled.

"Ryan, Ryan" the other guy stepped forward "don't keep her all to yourself" he tskd.

"I'm Smith" he reached forward and took my hand in his leaving a light kiss on it. "and your Monroe?" He questioned with a smirk. I blushed and nodded.

Smith was tall as well, even a little bit taller than Ryan. He had strawberry blond hair and grey eyes, but he was on the paler side. Again, he had overall classic good looks. My thought process was cut off by Grey taking my hand out of Smith's grasp.

Okay, that's enough of that" he sighed while giving Ryan and Smith both a stern look, while they just gave him goofy grins in return.

"So.." Ryan trailed off

"Who here wants to have some real fun" Smith finished with a devious smile.

And we all raised our hands in agreement.

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Hey! So this took longer to update than I wanted! But! This chapter is defiantly a lot longer so far. I'm not going to give a time when I will update, because exams are coming up, so I don't know! I will TRY to update! But I can't guarantee it will be super soon. I think once exams are over I will start doing weekly updates. so let me know if you want me to do that.

Xoxo.

-A

Ps. what if I was Vince Vaughn?