“Stay still princess, unless you want me to crash.”

Leon mused, your arms securely around his waist while he drove. His hands tightly holding onto the bikes handles while he spared a small glance at you. He was told to pick your half drunken ass up from a party; your father busy with work leaving you in the responsibility of his best friend. Of course even at your fully grown age Leon was taking care of you - how ironic.