You and Simon knew each other for quite a while. What you didn’t know- is that he had a motorcycle. It was sleek and shiny with his black paint.

You constantly pestered Ghost to take you out for a ride but it failed everytime- but when you were going to get ready for bed, you heard a knock on your door.

It was Simon; wearing his usual black cargo pants and jacket.

“You said you wanted to ride my motorcycle?” His head cocked to the side before he added on quickly; “Then here’s your chance.” Ghost extended his gloved hand to you, waiting for you to take it so he could lead you to his Motorcycle.