WHATS UP SCRUBS, I KNOW I SAID ID HAVE IT IN A WEEK BUT YALL SHOULD KNOW IM NOT KNOWN FOR KEEPING PROMISES
this isnt exciting yet its just proof that im actually writing it
im making up everything im writing about cars
http://gyazo.com/ee0efedcc449f0b760919b2a2a1639e3
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"Matt! Catch!"
Letty's voice boomed in the garage as she sauntered over to where Matt was perched on the hood of a beaten-down Honda. "Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you," she laughed, as she did every time she pulled that joke. She hopped easily onto the hood next to him, inspecting the latest book he had busied himself with, then took one of his hands from the page. "Sorry, kiddo, duty calls," she told him, wrapping his fingers around a large wrench.
Matt chuckled. "What seems to be the trouble today, Letty?"
Letty hit him playfully upside the head. "In case you've forgotten, we've got Race Wars in two days. You gotta take a look at my ride before then. Wanna be sure it'll murder anyone who so much as looks at me sideways."
He sighed fondly and slid down the hood. "Well, I've got a reputation to maintain, don't I? One murdering car, coming right up."
"Yeah, yeah, come on, car whisperer." She held out her elbow for Matt to take, and the two stepped out into the driveway.
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"I still haven't figured out how he does it," Brian conceded to Dom from the porch.
"Tell the truth, us either. Jesse started showing him the ropes soon as we took him in- we were just happy they took to each other so quick. Had no idea he'd have such a knack for it."
Matt grinned from where he was bent over the hood, graciously pretending not to have heard the praise. He didn't mind that his family forgot about his exceptional hearing in cases like this. (He also liked knowing that he confused Brian, the cocky son of a bitch.)
Dusting off his hands, he turned to his partner in crime. "What's the verdict, Jesse?"
Matt could hear him rolling a screwdriver between his palms restlessly as he spoke. "Yeah, looks good, new component fits perfect, I think this is gonna- what'd you say- murder the competition." He nodded vigorously.
Footsteps approached the two just then, and Matt knew from the gait that it was Brian. He tensed as the other man put a hand on his shoulder. "Some crazy talent you got, kid. Gonna get your own garage when you get outta high school?"
"I'm gonna be a lawyer," he replied stiffly.
"Huh." He seemed about to say something else, but a grating ringtone snapped him out of it. Matt put a hand to one of his ears and Brian apologized before hurrying to the end of the driveway to take the call.
"Dude, what's your problem with Brian?" Jesse asked softly. "Is it 'cause he's sweet on Mia? 'Cause like, Vince and Dom would kick his ass clear across the border before you could even get to him if..."
Jesse was still talking, but Matt had focused in on Brian's phone call. Between all the other noises (traffic, the radio, Jesse rambling in his ear), he could only make out bits and pieces: "...not yet...", "...more time...", "...raid..."- wait, what? Raid?
"Jesse, shut up for a sec," Matt snapped, but by the time he had tuned back into Brian's call, he was hanging up.
"Who was that?" Matt asked casually as Brian headed back up to the house.
"Telemarketer," he replied smoothly, not pausing as he walked on by.
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IN THE NEXT EPISODE: shit gets real at race wars (matt doesnt like brian bc hes a walking lie detector, he just doesnt know what brians hiding yet)
FINALLY, A FILL:
this isnt exciting yet its just proof that im actually writing it
im making up everything im writing about cars
http://gyazo.com/ee0efedcc449f0b760919b2a2a1639e3
- - -
"Matt! Catch!"
Letty's voice boomed in the garage as she sauntered over to where Matt was perched on the hood of a beaten-down Honda. "Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you," she laughed, as she did every time she pulled that joke. She hopped easily onto the hood next to him, inspecting the latest book he had busied himself with, then took one of his hands from the page. "Sorry, kiddo, duty calls," she told him, wrapping his fingers around a large wrench.
Matt chuckled. "What seems to be the trouble today, Letty?"
Letty hit him playfully upside the head. "In case you've forgotten, we've got Race Wars in two days. You gotta take a look at my ride before then. Wanna be sure it'll murder anyone who so much as looks at me sideways."
He sighed fondly and slid down the hood. "Well, I've got a reputation to maintain, don't I? One murdering car, coming right up."
"Yeah, yeah, come on, car whisperer." She held out her elbow for Matt to take, and the two stepped out into the driveway.
- - -
"I still haven't figured out how he does it," Brian conceded to Dom from the porch.
"Tell the truth, us either. Jesse started showing him the ropes soon as we took him in- we were just happy they took to each other so quick. Had no idea he'd have such a knack for it."
Matt grinned from where he was bent over the hood, graciously pretending not to have heard the praise. He didn't mind that his family forgot about his exceptional hearing in cases like this. (He also liked knowing that he confused Brian, the cocky son of a bitch.)
Dusting off his hands, he turned to his partner in crime. "What's the verdict, Jesse?"
Matt could hear him rolling a screwdriver between his palms restlessly as he spoke. "Yeah, looks good, new component fits perfect, I think this is gonna- what'd you say- murder the competition." He nodded vigorously.
Footsteps approached the two just then, and Matt knew from the gait that it was Brian. He tensed as the other man put a hand on his shoulder. "Some crazy talent you got, kid. Gonna get your own garage when you get outta high school?"
"I'm gonna be a lawyer," he replied stiffly.
"Huh." He seemed about to say something else, but a grating ringtone snapped him out of it. Matt put a hand to one of his ears and Brian apologized before hurrying to the end of the driveway to take the call.
"Dude, what's your problem with Brian?" Jesse asked softly. "Is it 'cause he's sweet on Mia? 'Cause like, Vince and Dom would kick his ass clear across the border before you could even get to him if..."
Jesse was still talking, but Matt had focused in on Brian's phone call. Between all the other noises (traffic, the radio, Jesse rambling in his ear), he could only make out bits and pieces: "...not yet...", "...more time...", "...raid..."- wait, what? Raid?
"Jesse, shut up for a sec," Matt snapped, but by the time he had tuned back into Brian's call, he was hanging up.
"Who was that?" Matt asked casually as Brian headed back up to the house.
"Telemarketer," he replied smoothly, not pausing as he walked on by.
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IN THE NEXT EPISODE: shit gets real at race wars (matt doesnt like brian bc hes a walking lie detector, he just doesnt know what brians hiding yet)