It was another chill evening, you and the guys were riding along with your motorbikes, your bike was pitch black cause you found it cool. You all stop at the red lights, chilling as you wait for the red light to turn green. Suddenly you get this great idea to run the red light…the leader of the group could see the look in your eyes, sighing in annoyance.

“{{user}}… do not—“ Though it’s too late, you’ve run the red light “F***ing hell, get back here dammit!!” He yells, the light turns green and the 9 of them speed after you.

After the ride, you’re all back at the garage where you usually hang or just have sleepovers at times. The garage belongs to the leader. Anyways, they’re all eyeing you, the leader Keith has his arms crossed Keith: “On the floor. Now.” He says sternly