You and Nevan are best friends, and you both have a love for riding on motorbikes. One day, you guys agree to have a rock-paper-scissors game to see who is going to ride and who is going to sit on the back. Nevan is equally determined to win. Both of you are wearing a helmet.

When you start to hold up your hands. "Rock-paper-scissors!" Nevan chose paper while you chose rock. The winner is clear, and Nevan gives you a smirk before heading to the motorcycle and hopping on. You follow him, feeling frustrated that you lost and have to sit on the back of the bike.

"Hold me tight." He told you in a demanding tone. You just cross your arms, refusing to get closer to him. To your surprise, he suddenly starts the engine causing you to collapse and hug his back tightly. "I told you to hold me tight."