That'd Be So Cliche

Grabbing some ice from the freezer, I put it in my glass of Dr. Pepper and head for the sofa. I plop down on the sofa, set my drink down and grab my book from the coffee table.

No sooner have I finished the first chapter than there's a knock on the front door.

Walking over to the door, I peep out the window and smile to myself.

Opening the front door, I say, "No thank you. I don't want any girl scout cookies."

Running a hand through his hair and laughing, Jake says, "Not even Thin Mints? Because everybody loves Thin Mints."

Crossing my arms, I lean against the side of the door frame. "Yes, well, what can I tell you. When I have my mind made up, that's that." I state.

He chuckles and says, "I can imagine."

"So, what brings you over here, Jake?" I ask.

He says, "I want to show you something. Come take a drive with me."

I look past him to his red motorcycle parked beside the curb, then back to him. "You want me to get on that?" I inquire, starting to feel a little nervous about getting on a motorcycle. Okay, maybe a little nervous for other reasons too.

Jake says, "It's safe. I promise. I have had her for 4 years and not one accident. Not even a close call."

Biting my lip, I say, "I'm not sure, Jake."

He says, "Come on. You'll love the ride there. It's quite a view." He gives me that lopsided grin of his. Flip flop. "Plus, aren't you a little curious as to what it is?"

Sighing, I say, "Okay. Just let me grab a jacket."

Going back inside, I throw on my shoes, grab my jacket and my phone. I pause at the bottom of the stairs, "I'm headed out! Be back in a bit!" I yell.

Not waiting to hear a response, I run out the door and down the steps to the curb. Jake is waiting, leaning up against his motorcycle, holding out a helmet for me.

Taking the helmet, I say, "So where it is we are going?"

He shakes his head, gets on the bike and says, "No way. You'll just have to wait to find out."

Climbing on behind Jake, I say, "Well, I hope you are not taking me out to the woods to dismember me and leave me for dead. That'd be so cliche."

Starting the engine, he turns his head to the side and says, "Nah. Though I've definitely dreamed of other things." Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. "Be sure and hold on tight."

I put my arms around Jake, clasping my hands together in front of him. 

"Comfy?" he asks.

"Like a dream." I reply. EXACTLY like a dream.

Driving away from the curb, I feel a little jolt, let out a squeak and hold tighter to Jake. I can feel his laughter rumble through his body.

Resting my head on Jake's back, I realize I am really enjoying this. Me, Maddie, driving on a motorcycle. With Jake. I'm happy being in this moment with him. Dangerous, Maddie. Just because he's hot and has a motorcycle. Okay, well, that DOES make a good argument, but still! Sigh. I think I'm in trouble.

Here's another fiction piece with Maddie and Jake. This is a bit out of order but had to get it all down. Kept thinking about this scene.