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"Well, anything for you to not turn into a human popsicle." I noted, standing, offering her my hand to pull her up. |
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i grab his hand, pulling myself up with a huff, walking toward all of the helmets. she skipped up too the spot. |
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He follwed behind, clipping his helmet on before getting on the motordcycle, helping her get up to backpack before rearranging her arms, as they were way too loose. "Hang on," Monty chuckled over the radio, his laugh somewhat staticky as he pulled out of the lot, merging onto the freeway and leaning forward, making sure she did so as well before heading for her house. |
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they arrive, she takes the helmet off before rushing inside, throwing on a tighter pink shirt and grey sweatpants. she returns to him. holding out his sweatshirt for him too take. |
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Monty watched as she went, unclipping his helmet and pulling it off to get some air and shivering, waiting on her to come back before stilling, pulling the sweat shirt on before pulling his helmet on after. "Ready?" |
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" yep! " she grabs her helmet, pulling it on making sure its tight enough. getting on the bike. |
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"Here we go," He mused, pulling out of the neighborhood before slipping onto the interstate, slowing slightly as he made sure to speak loud and clear. "Listen, under any circumstance you even loosen your grip on me, you're kinda done for. Do not let go, and just trust me!" Monty chuckled, full throttling it down the highway, grinning through the helmet. |
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" fuck, this is scary !" she tightened her grip around him, staring at the cars speeding by them. |
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"Don't think about how fast we're going, think of how you feel! Besides scared," He mused, chuckling through the radio as he weaved through cars with a grin. |
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" I only feel wind! and this is not something to laugh at !" i lightly punch his back, giggling thorugh the radio. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
