curbside. Cars weren't something that Harlow ever talked about. I guess we both have a hidden passion- Harlow's passion being cars while mine is poker.
“Love them,” her cheeks went red, she quickly stared out the window. “I always wanted to rebuild a car to donate to a needy family. Cars are hard to come by when you don't have a lot. Everyone deserves something nice, ya' know?”
“I do,” I nodded, taking a glance at her. She was the most beautiful person, with the kindest heart. How I got lucky enough to have this girl like me back? I couldn't tell you.
“But, my mom and brother always told me it was a grease monkey's job to work on cars,” she huffed. “Little did they know that I helped one of my best friend's rebuild his trans am,” she gave me a quick smile.
“Had I known that, I would have asked you to help me with this one,” This car would mean more to me if she had helped me rebuild it. I would have a piece of her everyday instead of once every three months.
“Where to?” she asked, the wind blowing her hair around her face as she smiled at me. I reached over tucking her hair behind her ear, then letting my hand rest on her thigh.
“Let’s go to your flower shop,” I offered. “You can show me what you do everyday,” she comes into my work every three months, it would only be fair.
“Ah, let’s not. This is my first day off in weeks. I would rather stay away,” she reached over, placing her hand on my thigh, squeezing lightly. “Show me where you live,”
My body tensed up, and my breath hitched in my throat. It was a normal reaction when chicks asked me to show them where I live. Though, this time my reaction was out of shock. I didn't think Harlow cared to see where I lived.
“Yeah, okay,” I agreed.
We pulled into the parking lot of my complex, I parked in front of my building and shut the engine off. Parked next to us was Skip's Chevelle and Vinny's brand new Mustang. I sighed aloud.
“What is it?” she asked with concern in her voice. “You don't have to bring me here if you would rather not, it's okay,” she placed her hand on my arm in understanding.
“Oh, no Harlow. It's not that,” I reassured her. “We have a few friends over, is that cool?” She knew Skip and I shared a place.
“Yeah! Of course,” she nodded.
We headed up the stairs to my front door and walked in. I could hear the guys yelling at the flat screen.
“Dude, fuck you! Get his ass!” Rang through the entry way making Harlow smile.
“Video games, the death of woman,” she slowly shook her head from side to side.
“They aren’t that bad,” I laughed at her reaction. “Wanna play?”
“No thanks, I’ll pass,” Harlow placed her hand on my back giving it a gentle pat as we walked through the entry way, passed the kitchen and into the living room.
“What’s going on guys?” I sighed, flopping down into my tan leather chair, pulling Harlow down with me. She landed on my lap with a shriek.
The guys looked ridiculous. Seeing tatted up men with gauges in their ears playing football was a sight to see. When I said that Skip looked like James Dean, it was no lie. He wore his medium length dark brown hair neatly brushed. His straight legged, dark blue jeans rolled up with his pressed white t-shirts, and newly polished black boots. Chode and Vinny, they were just dressed in ripped up jeans, t-shirts, and Chuck Taylors. However, watching them play football, was a sight to see.
All three of them turned their heads in my direction in sync, just staring at Harlow smiling on my lap.
“Is that who I think it is, Vice?” Skip asked, still staring at Harlow. “And on your fucking lap?”
“She is right here you know, Skip,” I flipped him off.
“Dude, you’re such a dick,” Chode smacked Skip on the back of the head. “Have some respect in front of the lady,” he winked at Harlow making her cheeks turn red.
“Excuse me for being such a dick,” he said making Harlow laugh. “How
“Love them,” her cheeks went red, she quickly stared out the window. “I always wanted to rebuild a car to donate to a needy family. Cars are hard to come by when you don't have a lot. Everyone deserves something nice, ya' know?”
“I do,” I nodded, taking a glance at her. She was the most beautiful person, with the kindest heart. How I got lucky enough to have this girl like me back? I couldn't tell you.
“But, my mom and brother always told me it was a grease monkey's job to work on cars,” she huffed. “Little did they know that I helped one of my best friend's rebuild his trans am,” she gave me a quick smile.
“Had I known that, I would have asked you to help me with this one,” This car would mean more to me if she had helped me rebuild it. I would have a piece of her everyday instead of once every three months.
“Where to?” she asked, the wind blowing her hair around her face as she smiled at me. I reached over tucking her hair behind her ear, then letting my hand rest on her thigh.
“Let’s go to your flower shop,” I offered. “You can show me what you do everyday,” she comes into my work every three months, it would only be fair.
“Ah, let’s not. This is my first day off in weeks. I would rather stay away,” she reached over, placing her hand on my thigh, squeezing lightly. “Show me where you live,”
My body tensed up, and my breath hitched in my throat. It was a normal reaction when chicks asked me to show them where I live. Though, this time my reaction was out of shock. I didn't think Harlow cared to see where I lived.
“Yeah, okay,” I agreed.
We pulled into the parking lot of my complex, I parked in front of my building and shut the engine off. Parked next to us was Skip's Chevelle and Vinny's brand new Mustang. I sighed aloud.
“What is it?” she asked with concern in her voice. “You don't have to bring me here if you would rather not, it's okay,” she placed her hand on my arm in understanding.
“Oh, no Harlow. It's not that,” I reassured her. “We have a few friends over, is that cool?” She knew Skip and I shared a place.
“Yeah! Of course,” she nodded.
We headed up the stairs to my front door and walked in. I could hear the guys yelling at the flat screen.
“Dude, fuck you! Get his ass!” Rang through the entry way making Harlow smile.
“Video games, the death of woman,” she slowly shook her head from side to side.
“They aren’t that bad,” I laughed at her reaction. “Wanna play?”
“No thanks, I’ll pass,” Harlow placed her hand on my back giving it a gentle pat as we walked through the entry way, passed the kitchen and into the living room.
“What’s going on guys?” I sighed, flopping down into my tan leather chair, pulling Harlow down with me. She landed on my lap with a shriek.
The guys looked ridiculous. Seeing tatted up men with gauges in their ears playing football was a sight to see. When I said that Skip looked like James Dean, it was no lie. He wore his medium length dark brown hair neatly brushed. His straight legged, dark blue jeans rolled up with his pressed white t-shirts, and newly polished black boots. Chode and Vinny, they were just dressed in ripped up jeans, t-shirts, and Chuck Taylors. However, watching them play football, was a sight to see.
All three of them turned their heads in my direction in sync, just staring at Harlow smiling on my lap.
“Is that who I think it is, Vice?” Skip asked, still staring at Harlow. “And on your fucking lap?”
“She is right here you know, Skip,” I flipped him off.
“Dude, you’re such a dick,” Chode smacked Skip on the back of the head. “Have some respect in front of the lady,” he winked at Harlow making her cheeks turn red.
“Excuse me for being such a dick,” he said making Harlow laugh. “How
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