Shut Up & Drive// Annaleigh & Aaron
It had been great. The party had been great; one of the best parties Aaron had been to in a while, great lighting and music, and enough drinks to go all around. Aaron had come with a group of his friends who knew the person who was throwing it and had been enjoying the time like everyone else had.
…Until the cops came.
Everything seemed to instantly die when the red and blue lights flashed through the windows. The room had fallen silent; quiet enough that you could have heard a pin drop on to the ground, until there was two solid knocks on the door and everyone went crazy.
The whole crowd dropped what they were doing and took off running for anyway out of the place, whether it be a backdoor or an window. People were pushing and shoving friends and foes out of their ways, all just desperate not to get caught.
It had been no different for Aaron, who all too well knew what it was like to spend the night in a jail cell and had much better plans for the night. He’d taken a run for the nearest window, barely noticing that he’d left his friends somewhere behind in the building, and made a bee line to were his borrowed motorcycle was sitting.
His heart was racing and felt as though it was ready to jump up into his throat, but that was the way he always felt when he wound up in a situation like this and he knew he just had to push the feeling down so it was out of the way if he wanted to get himself out of this circumstance.
Aaron bit his lower lip as he search his pockets for the keys, quickly jabbing them into the ignition and hopping on the bike when he found them. The bike roared to life and surprisingly he could hear the shouts of a cop in the distance telling him to leave the bike and put his hands on his head.
But like hell he was going to!
He put the bike into gear and took off towards the road, gasping in surprise as something grabbed him from behind and without realize what he was even doing he slowed the bike and looked over his shoulder, even more surprised to find a young woman sitting behind him, clinging onto his jacket with one major death grip.
“..Wha—“ Aaron began to mumble out, but was quickly cut off by her.
“Drive! Fucking drive!”















