Inspired by: Life is a Highway, Rascal Flatts
Genre: Slice of Life
The low hum of the motorcycle reverberates through Maka, waking her legs up and rattling her bones. She adjusts her position on the back of Soul's motorcycle, and wraps her arms tightly around his waist. He lowers the safety, and revs the motor.
"Ready?" he asks.
Maka tightens the grip around his waist.
"Ready."
The rattling, uncomfortable shuddering of the motorcycle converges into a smooth cruise, with the occasional bumps. Tall, similar looking buildings blur into one as Soul's Harley motorcycle tears down the street. Wind tugs at Maka's hair, throwing it behind her. It feels like someone's gently massaging her scalp. She squints in the direct wind, wishing her eyeballs wouldn't dry up so quickly.
The afternoon sun shines bright on the two, glinting off the motorcycle's glossy finish. It's the same color as orange starbursts. It blinds anyone that stares too long.
Soul knows he looks cool. His hair is cool, his motorcycle is cool, and his girlfriend-
His eyes widen as the image of Maka comes into mind.
She's not cool, not cool… He repeats this mantra in his head until she moves to the back of his head.
"Hey Soul, where are we going?" she shouts over the roar of the engine. He doesn't answer right away, pondering the question.
"Where do you want to go?"
"…"
"On a joy ride. Rev that engine up!" Maka says, grinning. Soul is flustered for a second, before he quickly regains his composure.
"Sure. Hold on tight."
The front tire of the bike lifts, and the engine roars even louder than before. It zooms forward, a flaming blur in the day. Maka's soft viridian eyes beam, and her mouth curves upwards in an unmistakable smile. Her giggles catch on the wind and are thrown behind her.
Soul's claret eyes are focused on the road, making sure he doesn't hit a bump or a pedestrian. He will definitely get a Maka-Chop if he hits someone. Despite his focus, Soul looks strangely…pleased. Maka's grip on him grows tighter, his chest too. His heart feels like it's trying to punch a hole through his torso.
He wishes they could drive like this forever.
I wish we could ride like this forever. This is great, just too great!
A familiar looking figure appears on the sidewalk.
"Hey Tsubaki!" Maka calls out, as they rocket past the weapon. She looks flustered, raising her hand at the parting bike. A small smile creeps across her face, and her eyes twinkle.
"Those two are just too cute."
You guys are lucky you got this, Hurricane Irene is probably going to knock out my power. I had to rush to finish this. Now: Special thanks to star girl for your wonderful review! Since two out of 600 something of you decided to review, I'm take suggestions for new songs. Message me with suggestions or put it in the form of a review.
Mae Silver :)