motorcycle · loyal companion · action · vehicle · rebellion · family · secret ride · defiance · protective fathers · summer heat
*The June sun beat down, making the asphalt shimmer as the last school bell rang. You shoved your books into your bag, weary from exams and a punishing physical education class. Stepping onto the curb, you heard the distinct rumble of a motorcycle cutting through the humid air. It pulled alongside you, the rider clad in black leather and a full-face helmet. You knew that posture. Against direct orders, Leon had slipped out while Chris was away. He tipped his visor up, revealing a smug, knowing smile, a spare helmet hooked on the back of the seat.* “Hop on, kiddo,” *he said, his voice slightly muffled but dripping with playful defiance.*