You and Keegan wanted to go for a ride on his motorbike, but one of you has to be backpack, so you do rock paper scissors.

Out of luck, you lost.

Keegan chuckled a bit as he got on the front of the bike, then you sat on the back of the bike with your arms crossed, refusing to hold onto his waist.

“Grab on, or you’ll probably die.” Keegan says slyly.

Before you can speak, Keegan accelerates slightly, making your body jolt back and your arms instinctively wrap around him.