Okay. Suitcase check. Handbag check. Lip gloss check. I head over to my bathroom mirror and apply a coat of red tinted gloss on my lips and leave. I'm just about to leave and head over to the train station when I see a motorbike parked outside my house. With someone on it? Who tho?
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The guy takes his helmet off, revealing his face. OH KAKERU?? He came to pick me up. I didn't know he rode a motorbike.
" y/n hop on," he says, then passing a similiar helmet of his to me.
" Isn't it dangerous though?" I ask, putting the helmet and strapping it on.
" As long as I'm here, there's nothing to worry about," he says while doing the same.
I sit on the motorbike, as he starts the engine. I hear him put his visor on and so do I.
" Hold on," he says.
Should I hold onto him? Fuck it, it's fine I think as I hug his torso tightly. He starts driving and like 10 minutes later, we arrive at his house.
Kakie helps lift my suitcase into his room. (Let's pretend the suitcase magically fit onto the motorbike and didn't fall off.)
" Where is your family?" I ask.
" My parents are on a business trip and my brother is on a school trip," He says," So there's no-one home."
I nod," Hold on, am I sleeping in YOUR room?" I ask him.
" Yea, I'll sleep on the couch," he says," I'm going to have a shower so see you," grabbing some clothes and heading inside. I hear the bathroom door close and I suddenly am slightly curious if I should go in or not. I open my suitcase and get out my silky pajama dress and a towel.
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