I am so gonna fail my classes. *sigh* Anywho, here's another chapter since the last few have been soooooo short...and, I really hope that Nick is not like this in real life, and that he has a deep appreciation for the car he has. Otherwise, I'd be glad to take it off his hands.
Chapter 8:
“Hey, somebody hand me the 10-socket!” Finally, the noise from the air compressor had died down, but Zee was now yelling for tools. Tim knelt down and handed her the tool she was after. Then he stood and turned to me.
“Hey, I gotta get going to the church. There’s a fundraiser happening there, and I agreed to help out tonight. Could you give her what she needs?” Not like that was a loaded question or anything…I tried not to look as shocked as I was. “Make sure she quits by eight. She has a tendency to work through the night if no one is around to stop her.” I nodded, unable to form words, as I was still trying to un-swallow my tongue. “Bye, Zee. You got two more hours till eight. I’m off to the church. I don’t want to find you under that car when I get back.”
“Bye, Tim. Love you too.” She yelled back, sarcastically. With that, he was gone. “Rock-star, you interested in learning all about the wonders of a 1968 Mustang?” She asked, sliding out from under my car.
“What all do I need to know?” I gulped, nervous and yet extremely curious about where this conversation was headed.
“Dear, sweet, Rock-star,” She shook her head at me and smiled. “You have a LOT to learn.”
“Wow, you were a total loser.” I told Zee and she laughed. It was 8:30 and we’d just walked to her apartment. She’d been telling me about her attempts to go to prom and how she’d ended up going with Tim because her date stood her up and her parents had made him take her.
“Thanks, Rock-star. And I’m sure you’ve never had really embarrassing moments.” She unlocked the front door and we stepped inside.
“You might be an open book, Ms. Zee, but the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma” Her jaw dropped slightly.
“You just quoted SpongeBob. Holy crap.” Then she started laughing. I blushed. Honestly, I didn’t expect her to know where I’d stolen that line from. “Awe, how cute, the rock-star is embarrassed.” I stuck my tongue out at her. “Maturity abounds.”
“Look who’s talking, Ms. I-watch-SpongeBob.”
“And who are you to talk, Mr. I-just-QUOTED-SpongeBob?” We both started laughing. It took a few moments for sanity to reign again. “Alright, I’ll get you some pillows and blankets. The couch is right in there.” She pointed. “Feel free to open it up yourself.” She disappeared down the hall, and I turned to the couch. I pulled all the cushions off of it, grabbed the bar, and pulled out the bed. The mattress was surprisingly thick, and just by testing the mattress with my hand, I could tell I was in for a great night’s sleep. “Blankets and pillows.” I hadn’t heard her approach, so I was startled when she started speaking from right next to me. “My room is just down the hall. Night, Rock-star.”
“You know, I DO have a name.”
“I know, Nicholas.” She smirked, and disappeared down the hallway.
