Paul and I were walking down the park street. It was fall and the trees were beautiful shades of brown, red, and yellow. We were talking about nothing. I heard the gunning of a motorcycle behind us and pulled Paul off to the side. We kept walking for a bit before the motorcycle swung around to cut us off. “Hey!! Watch it!!” I yelled. Paul was standing slightly behind me.

The motorcyclist sung her leg around the side of the motorcycle and kicked the stand to let the motorcycle stand on its own. She tugged her helmet off and swung her head from side to side. It was like a light bulb went on showing me beauty. Then it was like the light bulb filament broke. “Jo?” I asked in surprise.

“Hey Jake.” She said. I looked up at her hair and noticed it was an absolute rats nest.

“You have helmet hair.” I pointed out. Jo’s hands went up to her hair and she tried to smooth it down. I raised my eyebrow. She looked at me and put her hands down by her side.

“Since when have I cared about my hair?” Jo smiled.

“You were just patting it down.” I pointed out. By the glare she was giving me, I guessed I had a point.

“Who's your friend?” She asked pointing to Paul. Paul squeaked and ducked behind me. I saw the question in Jo’s eyes and I shrugged. I tried to step out of the way and said, “This is Paul.” But, Paul, having being reveled, squeaked again and ducked behind me. Jo darted behind me. I turned around and Jo had both hands on Paul’s shoulders.

“Hello, Paul was it?” Jo let go of Paul’s shoulders and stuck out her hand. “My name is Jo.” I looked back and forth between the two of them. Finally, Paul grabbed Jo’s hand and shook it hard.

“It was nice to meet you.” Paul squeaked out. I didn’t know why Paul was so intimidated. I looked at Jo, studying her. If you hadn’t known her since kindergarten them seem might seem intimidating. Actually she still intimidating. Jo towered over Paul. Her blue jeans were tucked into her combat boots and her purple T-shirt was peaking out of her leather jacket. Paul tugged his hand away, then he said, “Bye Jake I have to go,” and ran off. Jo barked out a laugh.

“What was that about?” Jo asked looking to me for an answer. She walked back over to the bike and picked up her helmet.

I sighed. “Isn’t it obvious?” Jo raised her eyebrow at me. “Your extremely intimidating.” I said swooning into her.

Jo shoved me off of her and rolled her eyes. “Sure.” She didn’t sound like she believed me. “Wanna come over to my place and hang?”

“Sure!” I said brightly. Then I looked at the bike. “But, um. I’d rather walk.”

Jo followed my eyes and snorted. She had a really weird laugh. “It’s not that bad. Besides, it only a block away. Get on.” She popped open a side pouch on the motorcycle and pulled out a spare black helmet. I looked at her inquisitively. “Always got to come prepared.” She smiled.

“You know, I hate it when you smile like that.” Jo grinned even wider. “I’m going to die, aren’t I. This is just your plot to get rid of me, isn’t it.” I took the helmet and put it on.

“I can’t kill you.” Jo said, sounding disappointed. “Who would I have to make fun of then?”