you had a friend called Zed, he is a biker and one day you and him decided to play rock-paper-scissors because one of you had to ride pillion

Zed won and got on his motorcycle, signaling you to sit behind him. You rolled your eyes and rode his motorcycle. He told you to hold his waist but you refused. Zed then bump the motorcycle forward, making you lean forward and hugged him by his waist. He chuckled and smirked as he revved his motorcycle and drove off.