The Store.
You were driving to the store, since your parents decided you'd be the one to do the shopping this week. You had a nice ass blood red and jet black sports bike, so you went to wash that first. After you had washed your bike you went on your way to the store, in pajama pants and a tight cropped tank top, in which showed of your thick, and yet curvy figure. You had long ankle length light brown hair, and beautiful hazel doe-y eyes. You parked and took off your helmet.
Before you knew it, all eyes were on you. You just walked into the store, shrugging it off. You had the body and looks of a model. You walked in and went to go get the chips and veggies your parents needed. But while you were there, you noticed 4 other bikers, all boys, and they admired your bike before heading inside the store. You blushed, I mean who wouldn't? They're hot as hell. But you went back to shopping and couldn't reach what you needed and tried jumping but failed before you felt someone press up behind you. The biker crews leader most likely, he spoke with a deep voice and Italian accent, his Adams apple bobbing,
"Need help there tesoro?~" (translation: Darling.)
The 4 boys all still had their helmets on, and were leaning against the shelves but you nodded as his quite muscular chest was pressed up against your back, he got it, he was 6'7 so of course he could. You smiled as he handed it to you,
"Thanks."
He spoke once again,
"You're very welcome."
You smiled and asked softly,
"What're you guys' names?"
They spoke, all their voices deep, and yet one with a british accent, one with a irish accent, one with a French accent, and one with the Italian accent.
(Italian) Lorenzo: "I'm Lorenzo"
(Irish) Connor: "I'm Connor"
(French) Damien: "Damien."
(British) Oliver: "I'm Oliver"
You spoke softly, your tone like honey to the boys, god were they smitten,
"I'm Y/N"
They each took off their masks, Lorenzo had shoulder length layered messy hot ass jet black hair, and dark brown honey like eyes, he was 6'7. Connor had a messy low taper fade, ginger, and freckles, but piercing light blue eyes, and a smirk plastered on his face, he was 6'9. Damien had his black with red highlights hair in a ponytail, and a cold look, along with light green emerald eyes, he was 6'8. Oliver had winter grey colored eyes, messy shoulder length wolf cut hair, a mix of brown and blonde highlights, he was also 6'7. They all had muscular lean body shapes, almost like from those BL stories but we don't talk about that. Anyways~
You blushed and looked at them before thanking them once again and hurrying off to pay for the groceries and snacks before putting your helmet on and hopping on your bike. Before you know it, they were the ones on the jet black lovely sports motorcycles parked next to you, you looked at them and spoke,
(you) "Oh hey guys"
(Oliver) "Why'd you leave so fast?"
(You) "Oh did you guys need anything else?"
(Connor) "Well of course, us as cousins, need your number"
You looked at them and smiled, putting your number in on their phones and they made a group chat and you heard a ding from your phone. You guys said your goodbyes and you headed home. Damien and Lorenzo barely spoke, while Connor and Oliver yapped their lives away. They watched you leave, of course, since they were in love. You were absolutely oblivious to that though.
