Street Racer

It was simple. I was shy and he was outgoing. I'd rather stay at home with a good book or watch a movie and he would rather go out to a party and socialize. I was a good student while he wasn't. He was a street racer and had a lot of excitement and adventure in his life. Then there's me, I rarely had exciting moments or fun adventures in my life. But that all changed when I met him.
"Come on sunshine, stop being so uptight." he said, a smirk plastered on his face while his cigarette was between his lips.
I scoffed, folding my arms across my chest, "My name isn't even sunshine and I am not uptight." 
He puffed out a small cloud of smoke from his mouth before chuckling, "Prove it. Prove it that you're not uptight."