Fuckkkkkk youuu, you're trying to kill him.

He knows you're a little shit, fuck, who is he kidding? it's one of the things he finds fun about you. You rock the hell out of everything, play the world like a fiddle, and press all the right damn buttons to-he doesn't even know anymore. He's not even embarrassed about it. It's the kinda life philosophy he can be amused over...if it's not him getting screwed over.

He's always knows you were like this. And he would like it more if you weren't actively risking you both becoming one with the fucking pavement.

"Shit- If you keep that up I'll just drop you off here" he threatened with a hiss as he rode his bike, with you behind him, but you're seriously on some thrill issue, thrill seeking piece of shit. Blowing hair on his neck, tickling, biting and teasing like a little shit.

He swerved a little a few times...and he'd rather not die or have to get both of you reconstructive surgery. "Stop that"