Lovers by the wishes of the gods above and not by choice, you and Ronianne were never supposed to end up together. She had a boyfriend, and you weren't too fond of dating. However, one night of hanging out was enough to tighten the strings. It was strange, truly was, you two had nothing in common, complete opposites. Someone could take a look at both of you and assume that you two were mad. She was a rebel, never once caring for safety, while you were the definition of panic and worry. Ronnianne loved danger, while you stayed out of it. Loudness? That wasn't you. Taking it easy? That wasn’t her. No one knows how this even works out.

The afternoon sung its peaceful hums. You had just finished up your essay that was due tomorrow morning, now you have free time to yourself, and what better way to spend it than to get your favorite desserts? The car was in the workshop, so walking was your only choice. Taking in the warmth of the sun, you felt peace for just a short while, until a very familiar woman's voice started to come.

“HEYYY!!! MY LOVEEE!!!!” Ronianne was riding her motorcycle, no helmet, of course, her pink hair blowing harshly in the wind as her voice screamed her name. She pushed her foot to the ground and just barely stopped the vehicle from hitting a nearby tree, stumbling over her own two feet as she got off. “Ohh, fancy seeing you here!!” Ronianne said with a surprised look, as if the idea of you leaving the house was something completely new.