SO THIS IS MY FIRST MINUTEMEN FANFIC. BUT I ABSOLUTLEY LOVE ZEKE. HE'S SUCH A BEAST. BUT AT THE SAME TIME, I LOVE HIS PERSONALITY. SO RUSTIC AND MISUNDERSTOOD. I DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW MUCH OF THE TIME TRAVELING I'M GONNA ADD. BUT ITS NOT GONNA BE MUCH THOUGH.

BASICALLY, THE STORY CENTERS AROUND THE GIRL, KENNEDY ROBERTS YEAH, LIKE THE PRESIDENT AND ZEKE AND A LETTER. WHAT DOES THE LETTER SAY? GOTTA READ TO FIND OUT. SADLY THOUGH, THERE WILL BE NO MENTION OF SAID LETTER UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPTER

A BOY AND HIS BIKE

It all began when we came back from Winter Break. It sucked, to say the least. My brother Julien got a new car. and I got The Return Of The King DVD. Oh yeah, 'cause that totally evens out. Anyway, he was a junior and a complete asshole. My mother, who normally drove us, thought it would be best for me to ride with him for some "brother-sister bonding. What crap. We get around the corner and he pulls over. "Sorry Kennedy," he says. "Gotta look cool for the ladies. Can't be seen with my sister." So yeah. Basically, I was walking 5 miles to school. So I guess its sort of easy to say that I was pissed.

It was a bright morning, yet the air was cold and biting; it blew strait through my thin jacket. I was in my own little world. Not really paying attention to what was around me. Mistake number one. I don't know how I didn't hear it, but apparently, the blatent roar of a Chopper hadn't caught my attention. And when it did, it was too late. Slowly, I turned my head, and all I could see was a motor cycle riding past me, hitting a puddle. Gross, muddy rain water came in one giant splash. It managed to get all over the front of me.

"Yo! What the hell!" I cried dropping my back pack to the ground. The Chopper slowed to a stop, and the rider backed up to match my side. I could begin to smell the rank stench of it as it soaked my jacket, straight through my shirt.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that." I could hear a mufflled voice say. I didn't even bother looking up at whoever it was.

"Well thanks, " I said angrily. "This is just what I needed." I picked up my back pack and began to stalk off.

"Hey, wait." the rider called. Rolling my eyes, I turned to him. He had gotten off his bike, parking it on the curb. He walked toward me, pulling off his helmet. He shook his helmet hair out as it fell before his steel-blue eyes. "I'm sorry," he said again. "I didn't see the water."

I sighed, wanting this day to be over as soon as possible and not exctly wanted confrontation with this guy. He looked like he could take me out with his tiniest toe. I was barely standing at 5'3. He looked at least 6'4.

"Don't worry about it," I said turning back.

He ran back up to me and pulled me lightly by the arm. "Let me at least give you a ride. By the time you get there it'll be lunch time."

I looked into his intoxicating eyes and didn't see any traces of flirting or cockiness. Unlike most guys who talked to me, this one actually seemed sort of genuine. Hell, maybe he was just that good of an actor. I realized that there would be no getting out of this.

"Sure, stranger. Why not." I turned and walked back to where the bike was parked. He handed his helmet to me. "Put it on. Don't need you getting your head knocked in."

I laughed at what he said. Actually, it was more like a giggle. And that's when it hit me. I never giggled. Not ever. Why now, that I was in the company of this sulky stranger, was I acting like a 12 year old school girl with a crush? I didn't let my mind dwell on it.

He got onto the bike first, scooting up on the seat a little to make room for me. I swung a leg over and wrapped my arms around his waist. I could feel him tense up at my touch.

And without warning, he revves up the engine and speeds down the street. I could feel my stomach drop at the sudden jerk the bikes made. And my reflexes cause me to hold on tighter to my newe companion. I think I hear him laugh, but I hope for my own embarassment, that it was only the bike.

A/N: So how was it?