“I’m telling you that you can’t!” Your father spoke harshly.
“Well I’m saying that I’m eighteen and it doesn’t really matter what you say,” you spoke forcefully.
“We still provide so much for you,” your mother snapped. Usually your mother was more on your side but today she was feeling cranky.
“He’s not a bad guy,” you felt like a broken record, over and over again you’d said this.
“Y/n,” your mother sounded tired.
“You can’t stop me!” You said, and your voice sounded whiny even to yourself.
“It’s Sunday, can’t you at least go another day?,” your father had given up trying to convince you not to go out, and now just to go a different day.
“He’s off work today,” you explained. Suddenly a low roar burst through the silence. A boy riding a motorcycle, and wearing a leather jacket zoomed into the church’s parking lot.
“Justin!” You called out excitedly. You’d always wanted to ride on a motorcycle.
“Oh hell no!” Your father’s face seemed to say as you ran toward Justin.
“Hey babe,” he said removing his helmet and kissing your forehead.
“This is awesome,” you said running your hand over the bike gingerly.
“Hop on, I’ve got a date planned,” he said with a bright smile.
“Y/n!” Your parents called as you began to climb on.
“Bye mom and dad, I’ll be home for supper,” you called as you and Justin sped away.
The two of you had driven away before you could hear your parents reproaches. You wrapped your arms tightly around Justin, feeling comfort run through you. After a few miles Justin stopped.
“Here,” Justin said handing you a helmet when he’d stopped the bike.
“Gotta be safe,” he said gently as he buckled the helmet under your chin. He kissed your cheek sweetly and got back on the bike.
You held him again, loving the smell of his cologne. The trip was picturesque. So many flowered trees had bloomed recently. Justin took you all through beautiful paths, until you reached a small clearing with a babbling brook and emerald green grass. Beautiful flowers were scattered over the ground, yellows, pinks, and blues looked like confetti against the ground.
“This is so beautiful,” you said in awe.
“I found it and thought of you,” he said sheepishly. “I brought a picnic.”
“Yay!” You said excitedly. He parked, and pushed the kickstand out for his bike. You climbed off, and he went round to the trunk of the motorcycle and grabbed the picnic basket.
You stood staring at the stream. Soon Justin came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, and kissed your neck.
“Mmmmm Justin,” you moaned slightly, and turned in his arms. You pressed your forehead against his and closed your eyes.
“I love you,” he mumbled and kissed your mouth gently.
“You love me?” You gasped. It was the first time he’d ever said those words to you. You felt joy bubble up inside you, filling you to the brim.
“Yeah, I love you,” he said with a grin. “Of course I do,” he seemed amused by my shock. “And you love me right,” he said in a more serious voice.
“Yes, yes I love you, so much,” you said, grabbing his face and kissing him passionately. “I love you, I love you,” you loved saying the words.
“I love you too,” he spoke against your mouth. You couldn’t get enough of his succulent lips. You kissed him hungrily, feeling drunk from the words you’d just spoken. Just then your phone buzzed.
“When you get home don’t expect to get off easy,” you father’s text ruined the mood.
“I’m sorry they don’t like me,” he looked very sad.
“It’s not your fault,” you said caressing his face worriedly. “They can deal with it,” you felt angry and indignant.
“Hey it’s alright, they’ll get used to me once they realize I’m here for the long haul,” he said kissing you again.
“Good, because I’m here for the long haul too,” you said.
“I love you,” he smiled.
“I love you too,” you felt happier than you ever had before.
Designer and founder of Vichcraft Design Studio, Jenna Blazevich took the road less travelled–by ditching an offer to work her dream job–to pursue her own passion and creative freedom. Jenna’s designs are bold, clean and smart as well as technically and aesthetically masterful. Vichcraft Design Studio has allowed her to bring feminist works to the forefront, creating a platform for important issues and topics. We’re so excited to have her on board for another year of Babes Ride Out, where she has designed a custom skate deck to be raffled off at the Babes East Coast event. In our latest Q&A, Jenna talks about how Vichcraft came about, gives us insights into running a business, and shares with us what she’s most excited about for this year’s 2017 Babes Ride Out!
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