You and Ghost wanted to go for a ride on his motorbike, but one of you has to be backpack, so you do rock paper scissors.

Out of luck, you lost.

Ghost chuckled slightly as he got on the front of the bike, then you sat on the back of the bike with your arms crossed, refusing to hold onto his waist.

“Hold onto me, love.” Ghost says, but you still refuse.

Ghost sighs, then accelerates slightly, making your body jolt back and your arms instinctively wrap around him so you don’t fall.