“hold on tight.” he said, turning his face slightly so you could catch a glimpse of that wicked grin that spread from ear to ear.
you scoffed, “i am.” you had your arms around him but you were keeping your distance, a few centimetres between your body and his.
“suit yourself Princess.”
he revved the bike and the jerking motion made you squeal, tightening your grip immediately as you pressed your body tight against his.
as soon as you got used to being pressed against him, you began to relax, looking at the trees flying by you. soon, you found yourself smiling, taking a quick look at you over his shoulder Sweetpea grinned, “told you you’d love it.” he said, voice loud enough to be heard over the roar of his engine. you smiled, resting your face against his shoulder.
he started to slow and you opened your eyes, perking up at the familiar sign that read “pop’s” he came to a stop and you loosened up your grip a little, “what are we doing here?” you asked.
he turned to look at you in his seat, “can’t a guy treat a cute girl to a milkshake and a motorcycle ride?”
Tag: Sweetpea
“what did you say?” Sweetpea asked, turning to glared down the guy.
“Sweetpea its fine.” you said, grabbing his arm.
“no baby its not.” he looked back at the guy, “what did you say.” he growled.
the guy looked at you then at Sweetpea, “i didn’t realize you were her boyfriend otherwise i wouldn’t have said anything.” the guy said.
Sweetpea grabbed the front of the guy’s shirt, “you should never speak to a woman like that period, boyfriend or not.” he shoved the guy into the locker and threw his arm over your shoulder, taking you down the hallway.
“thanks for doing that, even though you arent my boyfriend.”
“i should be.” he said.
you looked up at him, he looked straightforward, “do you want to be?” you asked.
he stopped and looked down at you, a smile flashing over his face, “yeah. i would. i mean…. if you want to be my girl.”
**********
gif credit (x) original gifset (x)
requested by (x)
you grinned, brushing the piece of hair back but it simply bounced back into place, “what is with this piece of hair?” you laughed, twirling it around your finger.
he shrugged, “why does it bug you so much?”
“fine Mr. Moody, if you dont want me playing with your hair-” you turned to go but his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back.
“no, i like you fussing. its cute.”
Toad's Cave 