*Frisk's POV*

Because of G's stupid brain, and his stupid smarts, and his stupid smirk, we waited the whole day before leaving to the library.

Let me start again.

Before we got on the motorbike, I stopped G and showed him the paper.

He took one look at it and his eyes widened.

"Dammit!" He crumbled it up and threw it in the streets, glancing around with nervous eyes as if everyone would catch us in one movement.

"It's not such a big deal!" I said, trying to think of the excuses I made up that made it seem like I was safe.

Looking back on them I realized how stupid they were.

Both papers where monster and human.

They would be targeted for both audiences.

Everyone would go down the streets knowing G and I are criminals.

One of the reasons I probably wasn't caught before, was because they didn't have a paper before.

Now my face was in plain ink and everyone would know that I joined G and tried to "get rid" of the "soon to be king".

It annoyed me that they didn't just say Prince.

This is when G grabbed my wrist and dragged me back to his stupid hole in the ground.

"No ones going to notice!" I argued, even though I knew there was no point.

"They will."

"What about the motorcycle?!"

In response to this, he just jingled the keys in my face while he pulled me then said, "She can't get it working without these. We'll come back later tonight."

Grumbling and huffing in anger, I continued to hold my shawl tightly around me as G gripped my wrist and pulled me.

He probably had the right idea, considering the fact if he didn't, I would take the keys and leave to the library myself.

My patience was thin, and I didn't want to wait any longer to get information.

It was pinching my brain and I felt the eager want fill me while we walked.

Although I forced myself to ignore it, knowing G was probably smart by leaving at night.

It was a very long day though.

The only entertainment we had was talking, and everything he said made me so angry I couldn't speak.

So instead I told myself stories, scratching at the mattress and my shawl while I thought of what would happen to me if Asriel did find me.

Would he hurt me?

Force me to go through this Peace Plan?

Or would he actually treat me kindly?

Even if he did, something about the whole plan made me feel uneasy and sick.

It made me feel unhappy, like G was right about what he said.

You can't force something that must bloom into beauty.

His words floated gently in my head as I thought about them.

Then I thought of a flower, and realized he was right, in the sense of biology.

No one can force a flower to bloom, it must happen naturally.

Was that what he meant when he compared it to love? To the Peace Plan?

Not wanting to think anymore about the Peace Plan or G, I thought about my old job and the regular costumers.

To pass the time, I tried to remember every name I had ever called.

It sure passed time quickly, and before I knew it G was waking me up from a nap I had decided to take.

"Come on sweetheart," Once again he jangled the keys in my face with a smile, "It's show time."

Outside was much colder in the night then it was in the morning.

Cars and people continued with their daily lives, but the sky was a black color without stars, and the buildings towered over like judging shadows as G and I walked.

G was smoking again, yet I couldn't see the smoke from the darkness. The light from buildings, signs, shops, cars, everything, also seemed to blind out his smoke.

His hood was pulled over his head, and one of his hands were in his pocket, probably the pocket with the keys that I knew he couldn't stand to loose.

If I had to be truthful, which I suppose I did, I would have to say I stared at him while we walked.

I stared at his slim figure, his jacket fitting him just right, and the fur around his hood stood out more then the cigarette in his mouth. His booted feet took easy steps, as if he didn't care about what he was stepping on, (which he probably never would) and his movements matched his personality: Rugged and edgy.

Thank goodness he never noticed me staring, but I noticed myself and quickly averted my eyes to the lights on the streets as cars continued to speed by.

Why was I so interested in him?

To my relief, I didn't need to answer my own question, and my eyes filled with the light from the stripper bar.

And the motorcycle.

The girl must've either stayed in the bar, or she gave up looking for her keys and called a taxi.

Either way, when I got to the motorcycle, seeing it's slick red shell, the pitch black rubber handles, and the shiny mirror, my mind began to have second thoughts.

Another motorcycle passed down the road at a eye shaking speed, and I looked at G with worry.

"Should we really be doing this? Why don't we just call a taxi?"

G was already getting on the bike while he answered, "Reason one, neither of us have money. Reason two, you saw the newspapers, anyone will turn us in... especially since the damn Prince is giving a reward."

Even though I wanted to argue the fact I did in fact have money, I couldn't argue with G when he mentioned the newspaper and the 5,000 dollar reward for catching us.

"Ya coming sweetcheeks?" G asked me with a smirk stretching his lips as he sat on the motorbike, his leg keeping himself balanced as his hands gripped the black handles.

Folding my arms across my chest, trying to be as stubborn as I could, I argued, "Do you even know how to ride that thing?"

Shrugging, G smirked more, "Does it matter?"

"Of course it does! We could get killed, or get someone else killed!"

"Pfft. I won't die. So it ain't my problem."

"It will be when Asriel finds us!" I continued to argue, well aware of people staring at us as they walked into the bar.

"Oh just get on goodie-to-shoes!" G groaned as he rolled his eyes and threw his thumb back, motioning behind him.

Giving up, I walked over and slid myself onto the leather of the back of the bike, my body sliding down onto G's.

It was gentle, and I prayed he didn't notice when I tried to scoot back on the seat, trying to get as far from him as possible.

I knew for a fact he didn't notice, (unless he just wanted me killed) cause at that moment the motorcycle jolted to a start, and I yelped with shock.

The first instinct my arms reacted to, was wrapping around G and pulling myself as close as I could to him. Feeling the my head pressed against his back while the motorcycle stuttered made me feel almost comforted by him.

Yet my body was tense and my eyes were shut tightly with fear and discomfort from being so close with G, and having my arms tightly around him as if when I let go I would fall off.

Which I probably would.

Then G chuckled and my eyes shot open to realize we haven't even moved yet.

Stupid.

I was stupid.

"Aww you scared doll~?" G laughed and I let go for a split second to punch him from anger, yet that's when he really did drive.

I had to grab onto him to keep from flying back as we jolted forward.

"Oops, that's not right," He said, his eyes scanning the controls as he jolted.

My head hit him once and I felt myself pressed even closer to his back, so I shouted with my eyes shut tightly, "JUST GO ALREADY!"

We launched forward.

A scream escaped my lips and I could hear the same thing from G as my eyes shot open, my arms still tightly around him as I watched the lights of the city flash before me like my life.

We launched into the road, if I was precise.

The motorcycle had left the parking lot, and right into the swarm of cars that sped by.

How we lived is still a mystery to me, all I remember from our first launch was G swerving around cars and trying to turn the bike the right way.

"G YOU ARE GOING TO KILL US!" I screamed over the engine of the bike, my body clinging to G for dear life.

G was still trying to get us facing the same way the cars were going, while swerving us around them, and I felt like the luckiest human to still be on the bike, even if I was holding onto G, my body pressed on his.

"THAT'S THE PLAN!!!" He yelled back as he started getting us in the right formation.

"WHAT?!" My protest was cut off with a scream as we took off down the road, lights speeding past us in a blinding sight.

Never in my life had I ever wanted a helmet more then that moment on a motorcycle with G.

Air rushed past us, and I felt it flick my hair back sharply.

If I wasn't holding so tightly to G, I knew his jacket would be flicking back just like my hair.

Except it stayed pressed against his back as my arms tightened around him with fear that any loose muscle would send me to the road, leaving me as bait to the on coming cars.

My life was on the line, and I didn't have time to care that I was holding onto G with my face peering over the fur of his jacket.

Not only was I holding to G, I was holding onto my shawl as well, and it was mixed with my clutch on G.

The road was littered with cars and G sped around them fiercely, tossing us to the side with imbalance and fear.

All I could hear was the engine of the bike, and my scream was shoved down my throat as I choked on air.

If it was possible, I would mix the feelings excitement and terror all in one.

Those were the feelings I felt as G and I rode down the busy city roads on a stolen red motorcycle.

Then, I heard more motorcycles, and my head instinctively whipped around to see where it was coming from.

The sight caused another choke to tighten my throat and the scream that filled my head couldn't force it's way out no matter how hard I tried.

Behind us, I could see three other motorcycles, two with the Crew settled to them.

The Crew.

The royal monarchy's police, a secret agency (that wasn't much of a secret) that did special deeds for the royal family.

They protected people with their power, and I looked up to them most my life.

Now all I could feel was the anger, terror, and worry that ached each blood vessel in my tense body.

Especially when I could see the Prince himself on a motorcycle, wearing his leather jacket instead of his cape, his blue icy eyes staring blankly at his target.

I knew that look, the look that Asriel had as he focused.

Determination.

The thirst for power.

Determination and power was leading him straight to his target.

Us.

"G GO FASTER, GO FASTER," I screamed in a panic, forcing the words out of my mouth, causing my voice to sound cracked and strained.

"WHAT?!" G's head glanced back and I screamed as it whipped forward, barely (thank god I spell it right this time XD) missing a yellow taxi as he sped down the road.

I trembled as I cling to him, and even with all the sound and the fear pulsing my ears, I could still hear G curse to himself as he went faster.

Finding my voice again, I said loudly, "I-It's the Prince-"

"I KNOW I KNOW YA DON'T NEED TO TELL ME!" 

G swerved around cars, finding the best way to loose the Crew and Prince.

Yet they were much more dangerous.

Each car we passed, we almost hit, and fear struck me as the cars seemed to be so close they could graze my ankle.

They didn't, yet when nothing was around me, I felt hopeless and weak.

I felt like if I let go of G now, the air rushing past would take me with it onto the road, to be killed (most likely killed) or into the arms of the Prince.

I couldn't decide on what I preferred.

Then I saw the red light.

It blinked on, and caught my attention through all the lights that flashed by.

"G!" I screamed at him, my heart racing with fear.

"I KNOW!" I yelled back, keeping himself steady as I clung to him, my body less steady and still trembling.

He was heading straight for it, and I realized what he was going to do.

With the Prince following us, I needed to glance back.

When I did I could see them catching us, the black shells on their bikes shining with glossy light as they swiftly moved around cars, swiftly catching up to us.

How could they catch us anyway? 

What could they do that didn't create a fuss?

Then I noticed the Prince's eyes, even through all the lights and chaos I noticed his eyes, glance up at the red light in a slight panic.

Did he honestly think G wouldn't run a red light?

Screaming with fear as I felt the wind of each car racing past us, trying to avoid hitting us while trying to avoid other cars as well, rushed past me and my arms tightened even more around G while he drove faster.

We had run a red light, and I could feel death about to hit me with each car that raced towards us and the empty space between.

Finally we made it past, and G drove around the cars that waited for their light, the motorcycle going faster as G laughed.

When I glanced behind me again, I saw the Prince and the Crew stuck in the chaos we had created.

I almost laughed myself, but all I could do was breath a sigh of relief.

With my arms still tight around G, still afraid of letting go, I felt a little more easy knowing that we were headed to the library with the goat stuck behind us.

And we would make it.

Even after this crazy joyride.

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A/N: I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THE LONG CHAPTER!

I say long because it's longer then my others.

I REALLY HAD FUN WITH THIS ONE!

I do wonder what you think of it though. :3

Also I have some news!

You remember that person that wrote the poem a few chapters back?

Well they made a challenge for themselves to write one every chapter!

I probably wont post them all on here (my apologies) But I hope that you guys check them out!

Comment on this line, and everyone can just look at the poem when they check the comment.

Hows that sound?

So if they do, check them out they are great.

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