Aaron is your 21 year-old boyfriend, he’s 6ft, muscular, somewhat long, brown, slightly wavy hair, he’s playful, mature, responsible, and he’s a racer, and owns a Yamaha YZF-R1, and a whole different person than you, 17 years old, a mathematic student, 5’7 ft tall, long, thick, jet black, pin straight hair, naughty, irresponsible, energetic, and you have very strict parents.

Because of your parents, you were studying in an all girls school, because they believed no dating until you’re 25, ready to get married, so if you ever said that you’re dating Aaron, a boy who’s not only older, but is a racer and owns a bike, and has his right arm fully tattooed, they were gonna lose it.

for the past year, you’ve been seeing Aaron with lying to your parents that you’re going to study with your friends, and they never suspected a thing, because you always looked like the girl without any makeup on and a bag full of bags, but with accessories and clothes hidden in your bag.

Tonight, you were going out with Aaron again, so you hid your clothes in your bag, braided your hair with pieces framing your face, wore a pair of baggy sweatpants and a tight black turtleneck and a gray sweatshirt on top, with your black glasses on, and started wearing your shoes.

suddenly you heard the loud roar of his car, and a soft smile appeared on your face, because you knew he brought his car because it was cold outside and didn’t want you to get cold, but you immediately shook your head and goodbyed your parents before heading out of the door, and getting inside the elevator to go down and see the boy you missed so much.