With a sigh, you made your way to your dresser and picked out a clean, plain black t-shirt, somewhat worn jeans, and some socks. You and Jordan had been good friends for a long time, sharing an interest in old hot rods and muscle cars as well as casual interest in anime and such. The two of you often hung out in each other's garages, usually working on some project or another or just bullshitting for hours on end.
As you changed into your fresh clothes, your phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Hey! I'm downstairs! Hurry up, Victoria is really creeping me out! was the message on screen.
You chuckled slightly, your eldest sister Victoria, the queen bitch herself, apparently had a crush on Jordan and would often hover around making eyes at him and flirting. Jordan though, much like yourself, was the awkward sort of guy that had issues talking to anyone of the female gender and Victoria's reputation as a major bitch hadn't ingrained her to him.
"Poor guy," you muttered with a grin, you pitied anyone Victoria had an interest in. Her beautiful, model-like looks didn't match the "bitchy hot girl" trope she personified.
Grabbing your phone, you made your way downstairs to the kitchen.
"Hehe, no, I think I've got... uh... plans that day..." you heard Jordan's nervous voice as your rounded the corner.
"Are you sure? You don't think you can reschedule?" came the sultry soprano of your elder sister.
Jordan was sitting at the kitchen table, looking like he would rather be literally anywhere else. Victoria, dressed in a tight, low cut tank top that flaunted her cleavage and black short shorts that left her long shapely legs on display, was sitting next to him, having scooched her chair as closer as she could to him. She was leaned over so Jordan had a perfect view of her cleavage and was twirling a strand of long deep crimson hair, batting her big green eyes playfully at your sweating friend.
Jordan was a tall, lanky young man a few years olden than you, being 19 to your 17. He had a shaggy mop of dark brown hair and narrow dark brown eyes that could be mistaken as black and rectangular framed glasses. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt with a picture of a dragon on it, ripped jeans, and worn work boots.
"Yo!" you greeted as you walked into the room, "Sorry about that, woke up late."
Victoria gave you a dirty look and stood up, but not before smiling seductively at your friend and giving a slow wink as she sauntered out of the room, purposely swaying her hips.
"Holy shit," Jordan rasped out, looking torn between being horrified and aroused, "she's relentless... and hot, can't forget hot."
"Yeah, I hear that a lot," you quipped with a chuckle.
Jordan shuddered, "Yeah, but I can barely handle eye contact with a girl, let alone actually date anyone."
He paused, "That, and Grandpa always said, never stick your dick in crazy!"
The two of you gave a loud guffaw and made your way to the garage.
Entering the garage, you flipped on the light, illuminating the low, sleek form of a black 1982 Camaro with its hood up. This was your pride and joy. It was in great shape and when the man down the street was selling it for cheap you couldn't resist, even if your mom had been less than thrilled. She calmed down though, happy you had found a hobby that got you out of your bedroom.
"Alright!" Jordan said with a grin, "Lets get going eh? That transmission leak won't fix itself!"
"Right!" you agreed, "haven't had much luck though, still leaks."
"Well, that's what I'm here for, the Plymouth had the same issues. I like to think I got pretty good at fixing those."
He strode towards the car, dragging a floor jack behind him.
"Hey, put on some music!"
You plugged in your phone to the stereo on your workbench...
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