It was unseasonably warm for the first week of October, as such Lynette was dressed in a black tank top, a green and blue plaid button down sleeveless shirt that she left open except for the button at the middle of the shirt. She was wearing denim short shorts that came down to around mid-thigh. At school she'd worn shorts that met the dress code requirements but at home she'd changed into something more comfortable to her, and she wore what Kim could only describe as cow girl boots.

"Come on, Kim, I'm bored sitting around here," Lynette complained.

"Let's get our bikes and just go," She pressed.

"Lynnie, it's a good chance that we'll both get into serious trouble," Kim replied.

"Oh I get it. Le Chein Kim is chicken," Lynette teased.

"What?"

"You don't have the guts to do it," Lynette taunted.

Kim raised a brow.

"I dare you to ride your bike with me to the airport and watch the planes take off," Lynette challenged.

Kim blinked before smirking, "You're on."

On the walk to Kim's house with Lynette's bike so he could get his own bicycle he decided to increase the challenge, "Not only am I gonna go, I'll beat you there."

Lynette gave him a cocky smirk, "And if I win, you let me give you a makeover."

Kim visibly blanched at the idea, but nodded none the less, "alright. If I win, you have to sit in my lap."

Lynette blinked at the idea before a rosy blush tinted her cheeks and she nodded, "o-okay, but nothing more than that!"

"Of course not," Kim agreed as they reached his house. Jumping onto his own bike Kim headed off towards Charles de Gaulle airport, they had a long ride a head of them they both knew it but they were both athletes. Neither of them ever backed from a dare and they both knew they'd be able to make the ride there and back.

Lynette smiled as she road they peddled their bikes, they were actually going to do this. She felt her heart pumping faster with the thrill of possibly getting caught. Kim glanced over his shoulder at the brunette girl and kept peddling.

She mused for a moment about how their bikes were similar but still different. They were both Gitane brand bicycles, with the same braking system, same tires. They were essentially the same bike except for minor details that made her bicycle model definitively 'feminine' while his was not. Little things that weren't a big deal. Add to it that her bicycle was dark purple while his was bright red and it was clear which bike belonged to whom.

They continued to race each other, Lynette sometimes taking the lead while Kim sometimes took the lead over her.

Once they were in range, they stopped for a moment and discussed how they were going to get past the guards if there were any on duty. They decided to take a different route into the airport's fields and headed in being careful to sneak around. The guards, they both saw the no trespassing sign but exchanged confident smirks and shrugged it off as they headed onto the field. Once there, Kim sat down first, keeping his legs spread out. Lynette almost blushed before sitting between Kim's legs, leaning into his chest. The cool grass against her legs caused her to chill a little,but the heat from Kim's chest through his hoodie was keeping her warm.

'That's why he wanted this reward,' Lynette thought to herself as she glanced up at the tall boy behind her. Kim glanced down at Lynette's inquisitive face and smiled. Words weren't needed right now. He was enjoying this as much as she was. Seeing the planes take off this close was incredible. The planes were taking off in the opposite direction from them but they were still close enough to get a better look than they were at any of the designated safe zones.

"You always liked airplanes," Kim mused as they watched.

Lynette nodded in agreement as she clarified, "I've always liked the freedom they represent."

"Ah, that's what it is," Kim replied, resting his chin on the top of her head. He gained a whiff of what he could only guess was a mixture of her natural scent and shampoo. The shampoo smelled like vanilla and strawberries while her natural scent had a near forest like smell to it. Kim closed his eyes, taking in a deep inhalation. He passively hoped she couldn't notice the effect that smell had on him but realized even if she did, she trusted him. With good reason, he'd never go against her wishes.

"Happy Birthday," Lynette stated as she glanced at her friend.

"Oh sure, bring that up," Kim joked.

Lynette giggled as she turned slightly so she was facing him, "what? Having me between your legs isn't a good enough present?"

Kim blinked and blushed at what she was hinting at, not to mention the tone she'd used! What kind of movies had she been watching to gain a sultry tone like that? He cleared his throat before replying, "that's – unusually bold for you to say, Lyn. If I'm honest, you kinda got it reversed, but umm – having you sit like this is nice."

'A kiss would be even nicer,' Kim thought to himself as he tested the situation by wrapping his arms around her waist, he rested his head on her shoulder, 'we've got all night though.'

Lynette leaned into Kim's chest and he felt his face heat up a little at the contact but smiled, knowing it was a sign that she felt safe with him. That's when they both heard sirens, opening his eyes Kim saw the flashing blue lights and his heart sank into his stomach.

'Shit! I knew this was a bad idea. Damn it! Her parents are gonna kill me,' He internally panicked. As if sensing his distress, Lynette wordlessly got up and leisurely walked over to meet the police officer who stepped out of his patrol car.

"Something wrong officer?"

The police officer, a man in his mid-twenties, maybe, regarded her and seemed to recognize her but maintained his professionalism as he inquired, "This is a no trespassing zone. What are you kids doing here?"

"We're not causing any harm, just watching the planes take off," Lynette replied, flashing a dazzling smile at him her fingers threading through the belt loops of her jean short shorts.

"The area is fenced off for a reason, it isn't safe this close to the runway," The officer replied.

"Look at where we're sitting, we're far behind the planes taking off," Lynette reasoned.

"Besides we're only gonna be here another ten minutes," She added batting her eyes and flipping her chestnut hair behind her shoulder.

'Dear god where did she learn to flirt?! She's driving me crazy,' Kim thought, not really registering what the other police officer had just asked him. He wasn't paying too much attention until he heard the phrase, 'Hands behind your back, turn around.'

He inwardly groaned but obeyed, turning around to face his back to the officer, he watched as the officer talking to Lynette had her turn around, catching eye contact with his friend she gave him an apologetic look that nearly broke him.

He was thrown into the right side of the back of the cruiser, while the left hand side door opened. Lynette was eased in, her hands also cuffed behind her back.

"Got a light?"

The question was so out of character that Kim shocked himself with the roar of laughter that escaped his lips. The officer scowled at her before slamming the door closed.

Lynette scooted herself closer to Kim, glancing over her shoulder as she noticed the officers gathering their bicycles.

"we should make a run for it," she suggested.

'This girl is completely insane,' Kim thought as he kept laughing, 'I love her.'

Kim blinked himself awake as he glanced at Lynette, sleeping soundly against his chest. He smiled at the sight, and gently pushed some stray strands of hair behind her ear.

'What did I do to deserve finding you? Hmm? I don't think anyone could ever be as perfect for me as you are, Lynette,' Kim thought to himself.