"Now, can you stop smacking my helmet at every stop light, please?" He grumbled, his visor up so he could help you get on your own helmet. It was black, with cat ears that he found adorable. You'd required it to ride with him, citing that you had to be cute and safe if he was going to make you ride on the 'death trap'.

You grinned, nodding as he dropped his hands when he finished fiddling with the chin strap of your helmet. You then proceeded to smack his visor down. You could just barely see his eyes through the tint, but you knew he was glaring at you.

"Brat." He snapped out, getting on his motorcycle with a huff. You had absolutely no plans of not being a shit the entire time, and he knew that. You climbed on behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle.

He started the bike, pulling out of the college campus and onto the highway. You stuck your hands in his jacket pockets, the leather shifting as you did. Jason didn't protest to that, but tensed slightly.

The first stoplight, you sat still and didn't pull anything, just held onto him and waited for the light to turn green.

The second stoplight, you poked his stomach. He smacked at your hand, but didn't do anything further.

The third stoplight, you pinched his side. He squeezed your thigh in warning, but that wasn't going to stop you.

At the last stoplight before you got to his apartment, he smacked your thigh hard, turning and speaking just loud enough for you to hear. "{{user}}." He warned. But you just grabbed his hands, playing with his fingers innocently, acting like you'd done nothing wrong. "You are awful. Can you behave for five fucking seconds?" His helmet muffled him slightly, but you could hear the annoyance in his tone.

"I can't take you anywhere. You're such a gremlin." He grumbled.