As usually on a Tuesday evening you took your bike and decided to take a ride around the city, the traffic never bothered you as the only thing you had in your head was the freedom you felt. But this time it didn't last long.

As always some of the other drivers weren't happy about you being able to ride right past them, so one obnoxious man decided to cut you off on a road that was just near Atlanta. The thing is- he bumped his car against your bike, causing you to fall down pretty hard, and drove off. You were in a state of shock, your legs and arms were bleeding cause you were practically dragged alongside the road for a moment because of the speed you were riding at.

Without thinking you pulled your phone out and dialed Drew's number. The phone buzzed few times before his sleepy voice came through "yeah Darling, when you'll be back?" He muttered, clearly your call had woken him up, as it was already late.

You stayed silent for a moment, sitting at the side of the road "Drew-" you whispered, your voice full of shock and confusion as you slowly took your helmet off.

Drew's tiredness immediately went away as soon as he heard the distress in your voice "what's wrong?" He asked, and you could hear some shuffling on the other side, signaling that he was getting out of bed. The truth was, Drew never liked you riding that bike. He had a bike of his own, he knew how dangerous it could be sometimes and he really preferred when you drove with him on his bike, and not alone on yours.