ARG...I'm not liking this. But I will post it anyway, in hopes that it cheers Meagan up.
Chapter 6:
It was almost twenty minutes before the tow truck pulled up. The name on the side of the truck—“TIM’S”—surprise, surprise.
“Actually, Tim can’t do JACK SHI*T to fix a car. He’s just got a better head for business than I do.” Zee said, grinning. “‘Bout time you showed up.” She shouted at the man who was obviously ‘Tim’—his name was stitched into his shirt.
“Zee isn’t giving you a hard time, is she?”
“Of course not.” Zee answered the question he had obviously directed at me. “Now, get to earning your paycheck and tow this nice gentleman’s car to the shop.” She directed. Tim rolled his eyes, but followed her directions anyway.
“Should you be talking to your boss like that?” I whispered to her.
“PSH, he’s not my boss. Although he likes to think he is. He’s my brother. And without me, he’d have no income, cause it’s not like he’s got any skills.” Their bickering back and forth suddenly made sense. It was a sibling thing that I could TOTALLY relate to.
“Ignore her. If it wasn’t for me, she’d be poor because she can’t do math to save her life.”
“So, I take it the two of you are close?” Zee smiled sadly at me and nodded. I knew there was a story behind that smile, but I wasn’t given the time to ask about it. Tim had finished hooking the cables to my car and pushed some button so that the truck was lifting my car off the ground.
“I’ll take the car back to the shop. You two can take Zee’s bike.” OoO…I hoped it was a Harley. I looked around, and upon not seeing a bike, I looked questioningly at Zee.
“Right there.” She pointed, and there, next to a tree, a bicycle was propped up. “He’s just being incredibly stupid. You can ride in the truck with him. I’ll meet you guys there.”
“Ummm…”
“Or, I could throw the bike on the back of the truck and we could walk?” Zee offered, noticing my discomfort.
“That’s fine.” I answered. Tim shook his head and snatched up Zee’s bike.
“I’ll see you guys.” He threw her bike in the back and I cringed when I heard the banging noises.
“No worries. I’m sure, on the price of your tow alone, I should be able to get a new one.” I looked at her and she smirked at me. “Chill. I was joking.”
“Later.” Tim climbed in the truck and drove off, leaving Zee and me staring at each other. I was still finding it hard to believe this petite girl in front of me was a mechanic.
“Come on, Mr. Rock-star.” I was surprised. No one had mentioned anything about my profession the entire time so far. Apparently she could sense my surprise. “What? You think we don’t hear any of you city folk’s fancy music here?” She asked with a thick southern accent. I laughed, and she linked arms with me, and we began walking in the direction Tim had left in.
