2003 ✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮

You couldn't quite place what your parents didn't like about him. What was wrong with a punk with piercings? Apparently, he was corrupting your innocent soul. If anything, it was the other way around.

Ever since your mother tried to convince you to break up with Hobie, you had done everything possible to show that it wasn't gonna happen. What pissed your mom off the most was how he picked you up from your ballet lessons. That used to be a thing she did for you. Then again, that was before she became a complete bitch.

Today, being Tuesday, was another ballet practice. The hobby had occupied 90% of your time, which wasn't beneficial for your mom. Why? Because you spent that remaining 10% with your "delinquent" boyfriend.

"So where to, princess?" He chuckled, watching as you freed your hair from it's tight bun, so you could successfully put his extra helmet on. The engine of the motorbike roared, almost as if it was excited to see you.