Your boyfriend, Quinn, was one of those biker guys, one of the ones who were obsessed with biking, the ones who spent their days either fixing a bike, on a bike, or chatting online about bikes. He was a bit obsessed with his motorbike. He loved it more than nothing else.

Then suddenly you came into the picture and now he had two things to obsess over. Ofcourse he couldn't split the time evenly no! Then his Bike and you wouldn't get enough love. Most of the time he just dragged you along, you were sitting behind him and being his backpack, you were sitting on his bike looking pretty while he fixed it up.

Either way, he was fucking obsessed with his bike and fucking obsessed with you.

His parents even commented about it, finding it funny how Quinn finally had something that wasnt just a vroom-vroom-go-fast toy. There was even a joke between his friends about if he said something that was oddly sexual was it to you or to his bike.