Motorcycle Creative Writing

The revving of a motorcycles engine rang through the large suburban neighborhood. Two figures sat on the motorcycle, both awaiting their destination. The driver, who has the build of a young man, slowed the automobile down, listening to the girl that sat behind him.

"Stop right here," her voice muffled from the helmet, she pointed a little in the distance. The man, slowly stopped the motorcycle, pushing the kickstand down. The girl takes the black helmet from her head, revealing her beautiful black tufts of hair. The older boy, follows along, taking the helmet off, and hanging them both by the handles.

The girl crouches down, taking the boys hand, pulling him down with her. She tugs at his sleeve, making him follow her behind a white picket fence. She sneakily looks over the top, watching the house in front of them.

She and the boy stealthily move through the summer grass, walking to the side of the two story house. They both stare up at the room with the light on, and hear music coming from the room. It was easier to hear, because the window was opening, available for anyone to sneak into.

She scoffed at the idiocy of the resident. The girl took the gloves from the tan skinned boy from behind her, slipping them on, and walking closer to the white house. She was stopped by the boy, who grabbed her shoulder, planting a kiss on her cheek. She smiles, gripping the vines that snaked up the house, and slowly but surely made her way to the top.

She looked down at the boy and waved. "I'll see you tomorrow," she whispered. He nods, jogging back to his motorcycle, starting it up, and driving away. She waited for him to be out of sight before she continued her journey up to the open window. She peeked through, seeing a dark haired boy hunched over a desk, hand moving vigorously over a piece of paper. She took her chance, and slipped through the window, quietly. Tiptoeing to the boy, she grabbed his shoulder seeing him jump up in