you were walking home from a party, your wearing baggy camo sweatpants, a black crop top and white air forces, your strawberry blonde hair curled, suddenly your enemy, Chris, who you’ve hated for 14 years pulls up on his BMW S1000RR motorbike, wearing all black, and a black helmet, he talks “get on, shawty”, you sigh “no.”, chris gets annoyed and gets off the bike and picks you up, he gives you a helmet and puts you on the back of his bike, he starts the bike, “hold tight, shawty” he says