Documenting Love

Chapter 7 - Holy Cows

"Okay so you remember what to do right?" He asks cautiouslybacking away, passing the full weight of the bike on to me.

"We've only been over it a hundred times" We had been going over it for the last twenty minutes. Archer is currently 'helping' me learn how to ride my new bike, but not surprisingly it's not helping me at all.

At first, I said sure I'll give him a go, but now I'm starting to regret ever agreeing to it. Not that I need help. I know how to ride a motorbike. I was forced, because apparently my parents saw the little stunt I pulled when I was trying to scare the crap out of Archer. And forced me into this situation.

"Are you sure because I don't want you to be-" I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"God I'm not an idiot, this isn't my first-time riding and yes it was totally intentional when I tried to push you off. Really, it's your own fault, because you caused me to almost break my nose today, and no I'm not saying sorry" I flip the key over and listen as the engine roars to life. Pulling in the clutch I put it up a gear. I let the clutch back out slowly while pulling the throttle.

It seriously isn't that hard.

I feel the engine roar to life and feel the weight of archer as he climbs on the back, I wasn't even allowed to ride it to school today because mum was scared I would flip it.

We cruise along the highway and make it about twenty k's out of town.

"Hey, hey!" I hear archer shouting in my ear.

"Pull into there!" He shouts even louder, making huge and ridiculous hand signs, I can feel it against my back and only just see them out of my periphery.

I crawl into the lot and find a parking spot just for motorbikes; I didn't even know they made these.

He hops off and pulls his helmet off; I pull my own off as I give Archer my best 'wtf' face. He shrugs his shoulders

"Your fuel was running low" He walks away from me as I wheel it to the pump, inserting the nozzle and I watch as the price rises whilst trying to ignore Archers smug face, bastard. Once I'm satisfied with the amount in the tank I turn to go pay, for some reason Archer is following me.

"Why are you following me I'm paying for petrol not walking down an alley at night" I say looking at him suspiciously.

"I need to get something" he shrugs, walking past me into the shop.

After paying for the fuel I head back to the bike and wait for Archer, as he comes closer I realise he's holding a packet, a packet of condoms that is.

"What the bloody hell are those for?" I ask raising an eyebrow at him, knowing full well they weren't for him.

He makes his way towards me and slips a hand around my waist and whispers - seriously what is his thing with whispering "You"

"In your dreams" I scoff pushing him away.

Archer replies to this with "Yes you are in my dreams especially since we sleep in the same room" - he notices my annoyed face- "but calm down Raffe I was joking my friend asked me to get some" he shrugs again, pulling his helmet over his head.

Wait a minute, boys do condom runs for each other?

Putting my helmet on I feel I have gained a new sense of knowledge, I learnt that they make actual parking spots for motorbikes and that guys do condom runs for each other. Not that I needed to know the latter anyway.

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Pulling in at home, I switch the bike off and walk inside, Archer on my heels, I can smell his mouth watering cologne from here. I turn into the kitchen, ditching him as he heads up the stairs no doubt into our room, I run to the sink and splash my face with the icy water, trying in vain to calm my hormones down.