For the weekend
challenge, Trifecta is asking us to write exactly 33 words about rebellion and/or
revolt. Interpret it as we want but keep it to 33 words.
A roar rumbled up the driveway.
“He’s herrrrre.”
There sat my new boyfriend, handsome on his Harley,
prepared to whisk me away.
“You’re NOT getting on it.”
“Watch me.”
‘Twas our last date.
God I always loved the bad boys!
ReplyDeleteMe too! Was a weakness for a very long time. Didn't marry one. Thank God!
Deletelol That's a good way to ride off into the sunset (:
ReplyDeleteYa. Until I had to return home. Didn't see the sun again for a long time then.
DeleteOoooh! Classic teen girl rebellion. You gotta love the classics! :)
ReplyDeleteI was 19, between freshman/sophomore year in college. I always loved Harleys. Still do.
DeleteYou and that bad boy thing! You make us good guys feel bad. Actually, I rode around on motorcycles all the time against strict parental orders. I just never got caught.(we could legally drive a motorcycle at age 14 in Florida, back in the 60s.). You took a major u turn with the prompt and wrote a great one. :)
ReplyDeleteNot really. This guy wasn't a "bad" boy, he had a motorcycle. What he turned out to be was just plain weird. That's a lot for me to say because I love and prefer quirky personalities. Found out later he had a mean streak so I was onto something even then. You rebel! Wait...you were under 14? I guess I did make a U-y but when I think about pushing back, I think of me between 17-22. Never liked being told what NOT to do. I often did the opposite.
DeleteYeah, we "rode" at age 14. Crazy that that was legal back then.
DeleteThere was a guy that came over to see me that put his motorcycle helmet on our coffee table, and gave me dad the 'sup nod instead of standing up to shake his hand when I introduced them. My dad didn't embarrass me on the spot but he called me in the kitchen and said, "Tell you friend to leave." And that 'twas our last anything.
ReplyDeleteThat would have been my dad too. It's about respect and something we've drilled into Matt since he was a little boy. You look someone in the eye and shake their hand. This guy didn't have a chance. I ran out the door, hopped on and said, "let's go". He wasn't allowed over again and I wasn't allowed out with him (until I got back to school where we promptly broke up).
Deleteheh. perfect! :)
ReplyDeleteFun during not after. Funny memory. My dad brings it up to my daughter, "your mother...".
DeleteNice! My hubs had a motorcycle for awhile. He'd love a Harley but I'd rather ride around in a convertible. So, if he gets one, I guess we'll have to do our own thing!
ReplyDeleteI love motorcycles, convertibles not so much. NO! Don't do your own thing get both ;-) See...I can spend your money without blinking!
DeleteI like the twist at the end!
ReplyDeleteYep. I pretty much got grounded which just meant I stayed home and read ;-)
Deleteoh this brought back memories. Great times. Great writing.
ReplyDeleteWhen I see them on the rode, mostly in Indiana, I think of this. A friend taught me how to ride one. So fun! Thanks, Bo!
DeleteThis sounds like an average teenage daughter stand-off. Oh, thank goodness I have sons :) I shudder to think what would've happened had I told my parents I was getting on it anyway.
ReplyDeleteThe funny part is that my parents were very strict. They couldn't believe I still did things and accepted the consequences. The longest I was grounded was a month (February my junior year). I was allowed out to cheer for basketball games, that's it. Stayed in my room and read the rest of the time because no phone either. Wasn't a bad deal in my book.
DeleteHow fun :) A strong finish to the NaBloPoMo challenge! Congrats!
ReplyDeleteThanks, girl! AND thanks for the follow. Happy dance!
DeleteSee, I read this with a darker tone: "It was our last date" - I immediately jumped to: "he must've crashed the bike." But that's where my brain goes, sometimes.
ReplyDeleteOooooh! I see that. I imagine that was my parent's point. Something to be said about danger!
Deletethis was great. plus i love and ride motorcycles, so that adds to the pleasure! great post. new follower...hi!
ReplyDeleteI wanted one in college istead of a car! Woohoo! Thank you, thank you for following me Tammy! Please comment whenever the spirit moves you! I love them.
DeleteI once dated a guy with a bike...not a Harley, though. My parents hated him! (He was nice enough, but I ended up marrying a much nicer man. ;)
ReplyDeleteMy parents only disliked two guys I dated out of the five they met. This guy was definitely one of them. I married one of the good guys too. I think my parents love him more than me ;-)
Deletenever date Hell's angels :)
ReplyDeleteI will remember your advice going forward, Dez ;-)
DeleteMy first thought was 'love the bad boys."
ReplyDeleteYes that but trying to exert some independence and will as well.
DeleteYep. I had one of those, too. :-)
ReplyDeleteOh I bet many did. I came to my senses but I'd still get on that bike today.
DeleteI never dated that guy...I was afraid of motorcyles, but I did love a boy who revolted just a little, the writers, the artists, the men who were really no good for me because they were just like me. But I loved this, I loved the image it gave me of her own defiance and her own wanderlust for something "other", we all hear the roar of the engine in our own way don't we?
ReplyDelete:)
I always liked guys with "different" personalities which maybe caused others to see them as rebels themselves. I do best with someone who is like me from an interests POV but has a less impulsive nature to help balance me and yank me back down when needed. I need a voice of reason, usually, even though I know what's the proper thing to do (sometimes I just don't like that thing!) I like hearing the roar in life...feeling the vibration.
DeleteAh, that brought back some memories for me. The bad boys were always good for a fun time, weren't they? Too bad there were so many consequences!
ReplyDeleteExactly. It always came at a cost.
Deletethanks
ReplyDeleteThat's one way to kickstart a rebellion.
ReplyDeleteI think every girl needs at least one bad boy in her life, at least once. This is great!
ReplyDeleteI guess that's a good thing...just one or three ;-)
DeleteThanks, Samantha!
Yay! I LOVE this one. My first date was with a boy three years older than me who drove, had long hair and a pierced ear. My poor, poor father. Looking back, both of my parents were WAY cooler than I expect either Dave or I to be. :)
ReplyDeleteOh good!!! My parents would not have digested that well. In some ways, I think my parents were the same. Much more tolerant and cooler than we are/have been. We've been lucky though, in that regard. My oldest has her head screwed on very straight and makes pretty good decisions unlike I might have done at her age. There's no two ways about it; it's hard!
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