now when i snap my fingers....

I desperately need a solution to keep my bike in my room. My parents would rather die than let me put a hunk of metal in their precious living room and I would rather die than put my precious hunk of metal outside. As good as throwing it away. So far the best suggestion I've been given is to go learn hypnotism and make my parents believe the bike isn't really there. Either that or just drape a blanket over it and if anyone asks, say they're seeing things. HELP!!!!!