Psych Me Out
Dreamy627
romance
romance
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Stella Lockhart is a beautiful girl who often got made fun of through her childhood for her darker tastes in things. Her parents were addicts of sorts and people picked at her forc...7. Fast
Stella Lockhart
I pulled on my shoes before a knock hit my door.
I opened it and Micah stood with his helmet and apparel on with a bouquet of white roses.
"Thank you." I smiled.
"Wait. We're not taking your bike are we?" I asked.
He removed his helmet.
"Of course we are." He smirked.
He was very pretty.
His hair was a medium brown, his tanned skin highlighting his green eyes.
"But-"
"Your hair can't be like that, come on." He shut my door and grabbed my hand.
I walked to my bathroom.
"How do I have to have it?"
He positioned me in front of my mirror and stood largely behind me.
He grabbed my hair in a half up half down situation as he began braiding my hair in a French braid.
"How do you know how to braid?"
"My mother had beautiful long blonde hair to her butt and it was very thick. She taught me since she couldn't reach and her arms would get tired." He smiled softly.
I nodded.
"Is she still here?" I asked.
"No. None of our parents are alive. Either old age, addiction, or just an accident happened to all of them." He nodded.
"I'm sorry. Did you love her?"
"Of course I did." He chuckled.
"Well duh, but like, just because you loved someone doesn't mean they're good."
"I see, she was a good mother. Not a good wife. But an amazing mom." He nodded.
I hummed and he reached for the hair tie he saw on my counter, tying my hair.
"Done. Alright. Ready to go?"
"I suppose."
He walked behind me to my door.
I placed the flowers in a vase quickly before he took his helmet and opened the door for me.
I locked my apartment before following him.
He took my keys.
He handed me a helmet.
I frowned.
He laughed.
"I know this is fast. I promise the date will slow down when we're actually where we are supposed to be."
"Okay." I nodded.
He pulled the helmet over my head.
He buckled it and lifted the chin part, exposing my face.
"It's cold, want my jacket?" He asked.
I was unsure. It wasn't cold now.
He removed it regardless and put it on me, zipping it up.
He wore a tighter long sleeve black shirt.
It hugged his shoulders and chest beautifully, fitting perfectly around his large arms.
"Do you all have the same workout routine?" I asked and he laughed.
"Yes."
"Step on the peg right here, lift this leg, sit, be careful of the exhaust on the other side. It will burn you." He nodded.
"Okay." I nodded.
He offered his hands and I took them.
"Step." He said and I put my foot on the peg.
"Good, lift this leg over and find the other peg before you sit." He said and I pushed off the peg, lifting my opposite foot over and found the peg.
"Good girl, now sit. And don't move this leg." He tapped my left one since the exhaust was there.
I sat and he got on in front of me, I got scared I was going to fall off the back.
"Hands." He said and motioned for them.
I placed them in front of him and he had me hold onto his shirt.
"Hug me, Angel. We're gonna go quick." He said and I did.
"Good, that's how you do it, now pull your helmet part down till it clicks and do this again."
I pulled it down, it clicked then I hugged him again.
He turned on the bike, lifting it from the slant it was on and kicking back the kickstand.
I took a deep breath as he reversed with his feet.
"Ready?" He shouted.
I nodded and he took off, my body immediately fighting the motion as I sort of was being pulled back.
His hand covered both of mine, pushing on them.
So I held him tighter and he nodded before taking off into the main road.
Splitting lanes was legal here and since that was true my heart rate was soaring at how he split cars.
Soon enough we were on the freeway.
He was fucking flying and my heart finally settled.
I trusted him for the most part. He knew what he was doing.
I laid my head on his back and watched as he passed by cars and shut my eyes, listening to the wind move around us.
I took a few deep breaths.
A bit anxious still but doing much better than I expected I'd do.
I opened my eyes and was confused at the sight.
Corn maze?
He parked and helped me off.
He removed my helmet first.
Then his own, then the jacket and tied them to his bike.
"Where are we?"
"It's about to be October. I know you're a Halloween girl." He smiled.
I smiled, a bit excited.
He handed me a ticket from his pocket and we didn't have to wait in any line to get in, just showed it, got a hand stamp, and we were in.
"In an hour the haunted house opens." He said.
I nodded.
"Until then, come on."