General Character Oneshot

(_ _ _ _ Means Insert your name here. This is a true story that broke my heart, so I wanted to put it into a oneshot and see what I can do. But this plotline was NOT MY IDEA. Also, this one might be too strong, so reader's discretion advised!)

The motorcycle shot through the cool, silent night air. The only lights around were ones from the scarce farmhouses, and there were only one about every ten minutes. I buried my face in his cool leather jacket, gripping his waist tighter as we soared along.

"Cody, I'm cold," I whispered into his ear, feeling his hair tickle my lips from under his helmet.

"We're almost there," he called over the engine. "But you know what? I need you to take my jacket off of me and put it on yourself."

I hesitated. His jacket was sort of his lifeline; everybody knew to wear leather on a motorcycle because if you fell off the leather would take most of the street burns so you'd come out virtually unscathed…Unless of course, your jacket burnt up completely. I was already wearing a pair of leather pants and one of his old leather jackets, but the cold still bit at me.

"Are you sure?" I yelled, and he nodded underneath his helmet. He helped me to get the jacket off of him, and I put it on.

"Thank you," I said, resting my head on his back again. He started to speed up a little, and then kept going faster and faster.

We were literally soaring now. The ground was barely under the bike as he hurtled along the winding road. I felt Cody tense up.

"What's wrong?" I asked into his ear.

"Nothing, baby," he replied soothingly, but there was a catch in his voice. We kept going so fast that things only blurred in front of me before they were gone.

"Cody?" I asked. "Could you maybe slow down a little?"

He didn't reply, just kept going. The bike jerked, and I jumped.

"Cody, slow down," I called to him.

"I will in a second," he said.

The bike lurched forward again.

"Seriously, you have to slow down now!"

"I will if you do something for me," he called back.

"Anything!" I gripped his waist tighter, feeling his warmth through his thin sweatshirt.

"I need you to take my helmet off and put it on your head, darling."

"No," I said. "I don't need it, I'm not driving."

"Please," he said, and I heard the catch in his voice again. I felt butterflies crowd into my stomach. What was going on?

"Okay," I said, wanting that catch, whatever it was, to disappear. I reached up and took the helmet off. His golden hair breathed in the wind as I placed the helmet on my head.

I buckled the strap, realizing that here I was protected with a helmet and all leather, on the back of a motorcycle, and there he was in nothing but a sweatshirt and jeans driving it.

"Now will you slow down?"

"After you take my bracelet."

He held out his wrist, and I tore off the blue string band and shoved my wrist through it. "Slow down!"

"Not yet…I need you to give me a hug first."

What the hell kind of game was he playing? But I complied and hugged him as tightly as I could. He tried to hug me back without taking his hands off the wheels, and the effort broke my heart.

"Now tell me that you love me, okay?"

"I love you, Cody Robert Simpson."

"Do you mean it?"

"With every ounce of me," I said back, holding onto him tighter.

"You've made me so happy," Cody said, and I heard the catch in his voice break, and then shake. "I love you too, okay? And I know that one day you'll understand that I did this because of how much I love you. You're my everything, and I know that you're going to have the most beautiful life. Please always remember how much I love you."

"Cody, what the hell's going on?"

But in that moment, we flew higher and faster than ever. The bike was off the road now, flying through the air and off course.

"Cody!" I screamed.

The bike was gone. It fell out of the air, but we kept flying. Flying and flying until we hit the ground, and everything went black.

The next morning two children were found at the side of the road. A boy and a girl. They had been in a motorcycle accident the previous night.

The girl was found wearing a helmet and two leather coats, but wasn't carrying a motorcycle license. She was going to be okay, just a little banged up with two broken ribs and second degree burns on her face. She had been in shock when they found her.

The boy was carrying the license, and it had been his bike. He was driving, but was found in only a ragged sweatshirt and a pair of jeans half burnt up from the road. He had suffered third degree burns all over his body and had broken all of his ribs, his collar bone, his legs and his left arm. He had lost a too much blood.

The boy was dead.

Police analysis had found out the truth of the story. Closer examination of the bike told them that the break lines had broken, and had been broken. The boy had told the girl that everything was okay, but to take his helmet and jacket.

He knew only one of them would come out alive, and he had chosen for it to be her. According to the girl, he had asked for her hug and for her love. She had gladly given it, not knowing that in only a few short minutes he'd be unable to feel anymore.

He had wanted to hear her voice…

He had wanted to feel her touch…

And he had. And his family thanked the girl for making his last moments on earth the happiest that they possibly could've been. As for the girl…

She grew to be old and happy. But for the rest of her life, she wore a blue bracelet around her wrist. It was the one secret she still shared with the only boy she had ever loved. A huge mystery.

At least for some people.

Note: Okay, I added in the bracelet part but the rest is true. How sad is that? :( Only obviously it didn't happen to Cody because CODY SIMPSON WILL NEVER EVER DIE! Okay? ;) Review please,143!