"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOUR DOING?!" Connor yelled, holding onto my waist like his life depended on it, hiding his head behind my shoulder. I smirked. "Relax! I've been doing this for four years!" I yelled back, speeding under a green light. "THIS ISNT EVEN THE RIGHT SPEED LIMIT! CANT YOU SLOW DOWN A LITTLE?!" "Now, where's the fun in that?" I revved the engine, speeding up a little more. "I have an idea. But you might want to hold on!" "I DONT LIKE THIS!" I slowed down, and did a wheelie, having a bit too much fun. "AAHHHH-" Connor yelled, holding on even tighter. I decided he'd had enough torture. So, I touched the wheel down to the ground, and stopped at the red light, which allowed me to adjust my fingerless gloves. Connor was catching his breath. "I fucking hate you!" He exclaimed, lifting the visor on his helmet, which showed his small smirk and that tiny twinkle in his eyes. "Sure you do." I then looked around us, and stopped when I saw the cop car, but I wasn't scared. I continued to stare into the window, like most daring bikers like myself do, until the red light turned green. Then, I took off, following the road without a destination.
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We ended up at a beach. In the middle of the night. The water was dark, and the sand almost seemed to glow in the moonlight, which was shining on the waters surface. I sat on the sand, and took my helmet off, breathing in that good ocean air.