Nothing.

Empty.

not even a crumb!

It's the middle of winter!

"Nemeko, were out of food!" I call through the house, closing the cabinets. This really is a first considering nemeko really is a foodie.

" Okay I'll go to the store, you want anything?" he asks pulling on his coat.

I turn walking towards him.

"Yeah! I wanna come with you!" I say smiling hopefully. but my hope dies as soon as nemeko sighs.

" you know I can't bring you, Y/n," he says pinching the bridge of his nose like a stressed-out father.

And I'm back to prisoner status.

"You think you're a prisoner?" he says with a hurtful tone.

I said that out loud!

"Y-yeah! this has gone from a paradise to a jail! you never let me go outside without you! look out the windows without being within a five-foot radius! I-i feel trapped, nemeko!" I rant standing my ground.

suddenly nemeko shove my coat into my hands, grumbling to himself.

Smiling, I quickly put on my coat and follow nemeko to the car.

"Stay close and don't draw any attention to yourself," he commands starting the car.

turning my head slowly, I stare at him suspiciously.

"Why?" I ask narrowing my eyes.

he chuckles nervously before speaking up.

"your sort of . . .  How do I say this?. . uh. . . missing?" he says

Those few words made anger course through my entire body as the reality of my situation dawns on me.

"You mean that my mother has been worrying about me for the PAST THREE MONTHS!" I say screaming the last part.

he slowly nods watching me scream my head off at him.

not long after I calm down but my mood is soured.

"Let's just go." I snap crossing my arms.

turning towards the window, my eyes start to water and the thought of my mother crying over my disappearance breaks my heart, not long after tears start streaming down my face.

I hear Nemeko sigh before continuing to drive.

Asshole.

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The local market soon comes into view and nemeko begins to tap nervously on the steering wheel.

"Stay in the car and stay down and No I won't reason with you because your gonna stay put!" he orders pulling into the parking lot.

My blood begins to boil.

he has absolute control over me! 

It's like I'm a dog!

"Yeah, Whatever," I say not looking at him.

The car door shuts and I'm left alone in the almost empty parking lot.

Hm, What if. . .

Sitting up in my seat I look out the window, Glancing around the parking lot.

A woman with four kids? HELL NO.

Young couple? They'd ask questions.

A middle-aged man on the phone? he'd ignore me.

I sigh sinking down in my seat once more.

There goes that plan.

Just then I hear the loud rumble of a motorcycle.

Could it be?!

snatching open the door, I step out into the frosty night air.

" Whoa there, Hot stuff." a deep gruff voice says.

Turning around I come face to face with a tall biker.

To say he was hot was an understatement, He was absolutely GORGEOUS.

His broad chest clothed in a tight black shirt showing off his toned figure, a scratchy beard adorned his square jaw, long chocolate brown hair pulled in a man bun, and a cigarette hung loosely from his plump lips.

" it's rude to stare but I'm not complainin'," he says taking a drag of his cigarette, watching me with stormy grey eyes.

snapping out of it, I stumble for words.

"I-i N-need a ride." I force out.

he chuckles shrugging on his leather jacket.

"Darlin, you just got out of a sports car. I don't think you need a ride," he says revving his bike.

Shit.

"Well, the person I came with is no longer on good terms with me and I think it's time I leave," I say feeling rebellious.

He sighs before smirking.

"Get on." He says tossing me a helmet and stomps out his cigarette.

My heart jumps in my throat and I climb on.

"Where ya headed?" he asks gruffly.

I give him my mother's address and he nods.

" You might wanna hold on," he says kicking up the stand.

I hesitantly scoot closer and wrap my arms around him and almost immediately engulfed in his scent.

The masculine scent of cigarettes mixed with a musky cologne, completely different from nemeko's comforting cinnamon smell.

I like it.

Holding on tight to let him know I'm ready he takes off out of the parking lot and the flies past me in a blur of lights and color as I lay my head on his sculpted back.

unknownst to me, I left behind a burden that's not so willing to let me go.

But My mother misses me.

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Hey readers,

 It's been a while.

I've been stuck in a rut about what my story even is about anymore but I just decided to say fuck it I'll probably fix it later and started writing this bull. 

so I wrote this because we needed some temporary love competition for the moment until I get to the actual challenge and I was starting to think the reader needed some freedom and excitement in her life. If you don't like the choice of leaving nemeko then read the title again and stop bitching.

I won't remove this biker dude if you guys like him but the actual rival is coming and I'll need to change your relationship status.

But other than that I don't have anything else to say other than . . . .

 THANK YOU FOR ALL THE VIEWS AND VOTES! LIKE YOU GUYS ARE ANGLES AND I REALLY DON'T DESERVE YOU!

So to make it up to you I'll make a Christmas special for any character you want!

Any of the following:

~Daddy Nemeko

~ Sweet lonely Thomas

~ Fuckable Biker dude

~ Fuckboy Taro

~Mido Rana ' The Pussy Slamma'

or . . . ....

AYANO AISHI

or...

[ REQUESTED CHARACTER]

So plz comment on your selected character and I'll get on it.

Sending hugs and Kisses to all nuggets,

Writer_Chan101

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