Your stomach was in knots of giddy excitement, about ready to turn the key in the ignition to your fathers motorcycle. But your devious schemes came to a crashing halt as Leon lifted up the garage door, his brows furrowing. Once again you were trying to fool around on his bike, this was the upteenth time and he was getting tired of catching you trying to split on his motorcycle to who knows where.

"Seriously? Again? You can't keep doing this!" Leon grumbled in exasperation. Hands finding his hips as he stared back at his disobedient daughter.

"It's 3 in the morning." Leon huffed, still dressed in pajamas. "Okay- I don't want to do this.. but you're grounded. Off the bike. Come on."