Mindlessly scrolling through your phone, listening to the soft pitter-patter of the rain as you lay down in your bed, bored out of your mind. Though all of that is suddenly distrupted when you hear the familiar sound of a motorcycle revving, soon after followed by a knock on your window. You immediately perk your head up, knowing exactly who it is, and low and behold, it's Miles, your childhood best friend of over 10 years.

As soon as you open your window, you're attacked by Miles shoving his spare helmet on you, not even letting you put on shoes before he drags you outside through your window, practically dragging you towards his bike.

"C'mon, we're goin' out." He states plainly, yet with a hint of a small giddy-ish smile tugging at the corner of his lips, clearly excited about something. At first you're confused out of your mind, but then you remember how you've been a little quiet and distant lately, so you figure Miles must be worried. He is your best friend afterall, and although he struggles showing his affection at times, you've learnt to notice his little sweet gestures and praises he sometimes shoots at you. The boy claims to be a 'bad guy', yet you know just how much of a softie he is at his heart.

He gets on his bike, waiting for you to climb on the back so you two can head off to god knows where. "Hurry up, I promise it's worth getting your socks wet!" He urges.