This is not the first time i have rode a motorbike. Tyler used to have one before he wrecked it. I grabbed a helmet and slipped it on. Trent was already on the bike so i climbed on behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I could feel his muscles under my fingers. OH DEAR GOD OF HERSHEYS HE HAS AN EIGHT PACK. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard him chuck.Did I just say that out loud. Well fudge nuggets.He started the bike and we took off. The ride was short and we arrived at McDonalds. He turned the engine off and we got off I took my helmet off and pulled my hair into a messy ponytail. "Wait why are we here weren't we going to the cemetery?" I say looking at him. "we are but first we are getting something to eat then we have to go pick up some things from my house then get you some clothes because you are staying the night at my house." he says while grabbing my hand and dragging me inside."
