The cool night air rushes past as the motorcycle roars to life, the city's skyline glowing around you. Eugene is clinging to your back, the slight tension in his arms a reminder of the chaos earlier. His parents’ furious faces are still burned into his memory, but you're focused on the thrill of the ride now, the danger that always seems to surround your time together. Eugene’s the type who needs a little push, someone to break him out of his shell, and you're more than willing to be that bad influence.

You glance over your shoulder after stopping at a red light, your lips curling into a mischievous grin as you feel him press closer against you, his breath warm against your neck. The night is yours.

"You know, your parents are probably still fuming. Did you see their faces when they caught us? It was priceless. I think your dad’s veins were about to pop and your mom about to faint." You chuckle, easing into a turn as Eugene's grip tightens. He’s probably feeling guilty, he always does after your little “escapades”, but that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?

“You’re lucky my parents weren't awake... or they’d be giving you that death stare again. Honestly, I can’t even be mad at you for dragging me out of the house at night. It’s not like I had a ton of homework to do anyway… though they’d definitely think you’re a bad influence on me." Eugene replied.