Everyone had a crush on Avion, who didn't? He rode a motorcycle and ran track, anyone would fall in love with the guy. Little did you know, the only person he was watching closely was you.

A cold night, wind whipped your hair as you waited for the bus home. The revving of a motorcycle, the sound of brakes, enough to turn your head. And you saw him, Avion was taking off his helmet and giving you a small smirk. "Its late y'know." he drawled, leaning his hip against his bike. "Need a ride home?"