“Wha-?” Spencer blurted out.

“Well, looks like we’ve got the straps all done up, like how they show us in the safety videos. You know what they say, Spencer, safety first. Do you know how many motorcycle accidents are caused by improper safety precautions? Well, I don’t know either, but it has got to be pretty high or they wouldn’t bother with all the PSAs. It’s not enough to put on a helmet, but we’ve got to make sure it’s put on the right way and that it keeps your head safe!” Ashley knocked her knuckles against Spencer’s helmet, making Spencer wince as the helmet vibrated against the sore spot on her head. “Whoops, sorry, Spencer, I forgot you hit your head there. Looks like you should wear a helmet at all times…” Ashley rattled on, wringing her hands in distress.

Spencer blinked. What just happened? Ashley was still going on and on about safety when the common sense part of Spencer’s brain came back on, overriding the lust part. “Oh shit, Ashley, I’m so sorry!” Spencer interrupted, grasping on to Ashley’s flailing hands. “I didn’t mean to do that. You see, I’m gay and I haven’t had any in a while and I’ve had quite a bit to drink and it’s making my hormones go out of whack and your rambling is contagious.” Spencer finished lamely.

Ashley stared at the blonde. “Say what?”

“What?” Ashley burst out laughing, making Spencer’s mouth round in shock as she realized she just got pranked. “That’s not funny!”

“It kind of is,” Ashley giggled.

“Okay, kind of,” Spencer conceded. “But really, I’m sorry. I don’t know what was going on up here-“ Spencer rapped her helmet-covered head again, wincing again “-but I didn’t mean to kiss you. Well, okay I did, but I shouldn’t have just assumed that you would be into me as well, just because everyone seems to be…”

“I’m already in a relationship.”

“Oh,” Spencer said lamely. Somewhere in her head, she couldn’t help but notice Ashley wasn’t freaking out so much over the fact that she had almost been kissed by another girl but that she had almost cheated. What does that mean?

“So come on, let’s get you that water and I really think we should get you home,” Ashley said, getting onto the bike. Spencer eyed the sleek machine with trepidation. “What’s wrong?” Ashley asked, noticing the blonde’s hesitation. Spencer mumbled something under her breath. “What’s that now?”