Disclaimer : I own Hsm ? ya in my dreams
Hey fanfictioners! New oneshot , not one of my own ideas , It is pretty much an article frm A magazine , maybe u hav even read it but I wanted to share it with you hope u ppl like it. So its inspired frm an article .so read on-
Presenting –
Troy Bolton as a husband obsessed with cars (lets leave bball aside for once , giv the sport a rest , jk)
Gabriella Bolton as a loving and caring and slightly patronising wife.
In
Aftermath of Married Life
Gabriella s Pov
My husband hates it when I talk about cars. You think he would like it , you think he would like a wife who could speak his language , who could talk knowledgeably about differentials , torque and that thingy that sends electricity to the battery – but you'd be wrong.
" Your RPMs are way too high," I told him one evening " You're redlining it."
My husband looked over at me , puzzled. The fact we were sitting at a dinner table and not in the car probably contributed to the confusion.
" You're running your engine too hard" I continued " Its going to seize if you are not careful."
Then he remembered : When I talk about cars , I'm not really talking about cars. I am really talking about him.
I didn't always talk about cars , for the longest time I talked about blood pressure , proper nutrition and the needs for annual check ups , but my husband didn't understand a word of what I said but now when I talk about cars he gets the message loud and clear.
I got the idea one day when I realised that my beloved takes better care of his car than himself. Show me a man with a funny tingle in his arm and I will show you a man with his head in the sand – or in my husbands case , under the hood.
That said , a woman has to communicate with her partner in his own language , hence I learnt the vernacular of vehicles.
My first opportunity came the day I watched my husband spray a protective wax on tyres of his car.
" Why are you doing that ?" I asked.
"It makes the rubber last longer" he explained " Keeps it from drying and cracking."
" Like putting lotion on your skin." I said.
"Exactly!" he said impressed by my grasp of concept.
"So " I asked " Why do I have to fight with you every summer to get you to wear sunscreen?"
He stopped polishing long enough to give me a stare , bingo , my arrow had hit its mark.
Ultimately you see , there isn't much of a difference between car maintenance and husband maintenance : You don't want anything clogging up , burning out or breaking down , if you have got a man with a spark in his plug , then you have got a man with plently of mileage left.
Now when I see my husband straining to lift something heavy enough to put him in transaction , I ask him if his suspension can handle the load.
When he chooses a triple bacon cheeseburger for dinner , I remind him that premium fuel promotes more efficient engine performance.
For most of the part , my strategy worked. Now my husband has developed a like for vegetable sandwiches.
One roadblock still stands in the way : He still balks at going for a physical checkup.
" Baby " I called out one morning " Its time for your 96,ooo km service."
" I feel fine " he said " I don't need to see the doctor every year , I am not old."
" Its not the years , it's the mileage."
" I don't like going"
" It wont be so bad .She'll listen to your engine and check your fluids"
"She'll want to examine my prostate."
For a moment I struggled to come up with a vehicular equivalent.
" That's just like getting your oil checked."
"No " he said "Its not"
" Well its like getting your radiator flushed."
"No , its not"
" Well….maybe its not like anything else , but you still have to go."
" I don't want to"
"Listen sweetie " I replied " You wont be parking your car in my garage until you go for your checkup."
Its amazing how effective communication can be when you're both speaking the same language.
The end
So guys pls Review , makes me a smile.