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Post by shameless on Apr 5, 2009 22:15:11 GMT -5
William cursed under his breath as he pressed the alarm button on the keychain. His aunt borrowed his Suburban for the week, leaving him her Toyota. Both vehicles were newer. His was a 2006, and Aunt Holly's Corolla was a 2005. They was something differnt about driving the two though, His truck was high and commanding, while sitting in the Corolla felt like he was bound to get run over by a S.U.V identical to his own. Opening the door to the car he threw his messanger bag to the passenger seat. Putting the key in the ignition he turned it. The engine whinned and died. Turning the key again only made the engine click.
Hitting his head on the horn he let it rest there. He was sobbing. Why was his life this hard?
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Post by Junior Fountaine on Apr 5, 2009 22:27:34 GMT -5
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I had a long day at school and just wanted to go see Time. It was just one of those days where I didn’t want to be around anyone. I was only one step away from getting there. Getting into my mustang and driving to the stables. That was where I wanted to be. Getting there was all I had been thinking about all day. So here I was walking to my vehicle when I hear the sound of one not starting. The sound of an engine. An engine not starting. I looked around and saw William Weller sitting in the car sobbing. Great. It wasn’t that bad was it. Or was he just having a bad day like me? Possibly. I walked over to him and the car that wouldn’t start and gave a small grin. Having some problems I see. Would ya like some help? I waited for an answer. I was ok with cars and I could see if maybe I could help him. I couldn’t be that big of a problem.
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Post by shameless on Apr 6, 2009 20:03:12 GMT -5
Will's sobbing was coming to an end when he heard a voice from outside the car. Looking up with hazy eyes he saw his dream man. Juinor Fontane. Dan tried to roll down the window, unfortunately they were power. The battery was most likely dead, meaning no luxerys, well meaning nothing at all. The car was stuck there until he could get a new battery. Stepping out of the car he brushed up against the other male. The confined space between the two vehicles made the teen's bodies only inches apart. "Sorry Junior, but unless you have a battery you cant help." Looking into the other teen's eyes the whole time. William tried to find a hint of love in his eyes.
All Will found was a tiny hint of stress. Either this boy was good at hiding emotions or, god forbid, he didn't like Will that way.
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Post by Junior Fountaine on Apr 8, 2009 0:13:20 GMT -5
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I walked up to the car and noticed that I was being looked at… maybe stared at? I shook it off and looked over the car. Nothing seemed to be wrong with it. It was definitely engine related. Duh Junior. I then turned my attention back to the guy inside. William. He seemed to be trying to roll up his window. And kinda in a hurry. Was something wrong? I wasn’t sure. But then Will started to get out of the car. I tried getting out of the way so I wasn’t IN the way and felt the boy brush up next to me. I didn’t really think anything of it at the time. But then thoughts came into my head. I heard things about this guy. I heard he was gay. But I didn’t want to judge I had nothing against gay people. They were fun. But I have never had one like me before. Can ya atleast pop the hood so I can take a look? You never know. Sure I didn’t know that much about cars but sometimes it could be the simplest of jobs to make something work. That might just be the case. I then looked up into Williams eyes as I spoke. Noticing he wasn’t looking at me in just any way. There was much more to it. But I wasn’t sure if what I was thinking was even right. It was just talk. I definitely wasn’t gay. Sorry Will. But we can be friends.
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Post by shameless on Apr 8, 2009 20:40:21 GMT -5
Will's eyes found their way back to the deep red car. Slowly he reached back in and pulled the lever. The hood of the foriegn vehicle raised by less than three inches. Brushing against Junior again he held the position for a couple of secconds. Junior seemed a little uncomfortable for a second, causing Will to continue his trek to the hood. Putting hisslim fingers under the thin metal he lifted. There it was, the trouble that fate caused, the trouble that brought his biggest crush to him. "Erm....This is the motor?"
William had seen motors before, mostly his own. This one was alot smaller that his, alot less metal on it. He began to wonder if this car just ran off plastic. Everything in it seemed to be plastic, right down to the Bumper. Obviously this was not something he was going to be good at, no knowledghe of vehivles came to him. Mostly because he didn't care, and because it was boring. Stepping back he motioned for the other teen to walk infront of him and see what the problem was.
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Post by Junior Fountaine on Apr 18, 2009 13:29:39 GMT -5
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I watched as Will opened the hood. I felt him brush against me again. I wasn’t really sure how to take this. I just ignored it and moved on. He probably didn’t mean anything by it anyway. I shrugged it off. As Will lifted the hood all the way I walked up to get a look at the engine. Ok so I didn’t really know all that much about cars. But hey, I could try right? As I was looking I heard Will’s voice. This is the hood? I nodded and chuckled. But not at him. Yes, I believe it is. I smiled at him. He was silly sometimes. Will always seemed like a nice guy. But something about him was different. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. Yes, we were both elites. But I said different not the same.
I looked around at the engine. Ok, so it didn’t start when he turned the key over. Did he have enough gas? Was the oil full? Is the starter out? There were a few possibilities. Now just to get to the right one. I walked towards the cab of the vehicle to check the gas. Plenty there. Then I walked back over to the front of the car and checked the oil. It was a little low. But Will could get more. He probably needed an oil change. That could be too. Then I came to the starter. I really didn’t know how to check that. I looked at Will. Hey bud, you might need to take this in and get looked at. I can’t really do much. Try getting an oil change or even have them look at you’re starter. I wasn’t going to try something on a vehicle that wasn’t mine. Bad idea. I didn’t want to do anything wrong. Like I said. I wasn’t that good with cars.
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Post by shameless on Apr 20, 2009 20:46:33 GMT -5
Will mostly dismissed the talk of car's from Junior, mostly he was just interested in his shirt, raising a little bit more everytime he bent furthur in to look at the motor. His eyes were edging him furthur and furthur, just a little more. 'come on boy, just enough so I can see your treasure trove' The gay teen gasped at his own thoughts, why were his horomones so strong today, it was infuriating. He was probably the only guy who could give people directions with his erection. Pointing with his pointer, god, he was really childish sometimes. When the taller more masculine teen was finished his speach Will had to clap sarcastically. "Sorry for not being fully extatic, but well HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET HOME?!?
'Oh fuck, did I just explode at the man of my dreams' A tiny blush crossed the slim teen's face. Spreading red across his perfect cheeks like a painter's brush, so perfect in its movements across his skin that Will almost made blushing a perfect art. "Sorry, but i really had a bad day and I wanna go home hun, you can understand right? His tone was soft, fluttery like a baby's first breath, almost as if floating across the space between the two boys like a butterfly, so delicate and carefree.
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