So, guys. This is a two shots. I don't care what you ask, I have other fics to fry. But if you like it, then reviews are my lifeline, so...
"Oh come on, Chad, I really need it tonight!" "Nuhun, Will, I have the date tonight and I'm taking my car." "Who with?" "Not saying. You'll know later... I hope." "Ahh, man, you're not cool..." "What about buying yourself a car?" "I've been promised a convertible for my next birthday." "By whom?" "My stepdad." "EJ? Who's to say my brother won't change his mind? Or he'll get a fight with your mom and bam, no new car! So buy one now." "Even then, I can't buy one today... So give me those keys!" "No way!" "There is no date. You're making this up because of the ridiculously tiny dent I made the last time." "The mechanic didn't give me a tiny bill. And you still haven't paid for it by the way." "So you admit it!" "What?" "Not a date." "Is. And leave the counter, you're blocking the customers... Oh, hey, Will!" "What?" "Have you asked Sonny?"
Have I asked...? No freaking way. I mean I know Sonny is cool. As much as Chad, they're both great friends to have, really. It's just that Chad isn't into guys. And Sonny is... God, I don't even know what would be the right word. Dreamy? Gorgeous? Cute? Hot? Paralyzing? Devastating? He can see right through me... At least for almost every thing. He hasn't figured out what I feel when I'm around him. And he sure as hell won't know. So, no way I'm asking for his car. I'll go to the concert on foot, rather. If I leave now, I might get there for the last five minutes of the show... If they're an hour late. It's hopeless. I've asked my mom and she's using it. And EJ is very peculiar with his car. I've seen what he can do to people who are in his way. I'm not even trying. And T is away. D*mn!... I really really want to go...
So in the evening, I open the door to my dad's condo. And I guiltily take his car keys. Come on, it's an emergency. I'll never have another opportunity to see this band. I won't drink nothing and I'll be extra-careful. And it's not as if I planned on bringing someone else in it. There's no place in my head for anyone but Sonny. So, I'm confident it's gonna go smoothly. And I leave.
And of course, I was right. The band was fantastic and I even liked those who did the opening. I haven't bought their CD but the one I've got, covered with autographs is fantastic. I'm singing along in my car and I don't see the car at the stop sign. Luckily it's on the left so I don't die... Yet. Because when my dad hear of this, he's going to kill me anyway.
OK, I admit it, Chad didn't make the date up. He doesn't answer my calls and texts at all, so he must be getting lucky. I wonder who it is. But I can't lose time wondering, the tow truck is on its way and I've given the guy my number (He looked really freaked out. I'm not sure the blonde in his car was his wife. He's gonna send me the papers. I gave him Chad's address. I can't deal.) So I call Sonny.
"Will, are you OK? What's going on?" Awww. He doesn't shout that I've obviously woken him up (His voice is all muffled and I can just picture him with his hair more rumpled than usual. Each time I'm with him, I want to brush it...) He's worried. He knows I'm considerate that he has to work a lot. I try not to get him to panic "I'm fine. Really. But the car is toast. And I can't come home." "I'm on my way. Where are you?" I love you, Sonny. Well, not love, love. Just like a lot. Crush on... My heart is beating and I'm pacing, which is good as it's getting colder and I forgot my jacket at the concert now that I think of it. Crap! I let the CD in the car. God! This is not my night. And every car that passes is not Sonny. Is he really coming? Have I dreamt it?
The car lights turn and the window open. Sonny doesn't waste time "Jump in!... Wow, looks like you're freezing. You don't have a jacket?" I shake my head. Instead of starting the car again, he opens his door, takes off his own jacket, walks to my door and hands it to me "Put it on. Now." I want to say no, be dignified and stuff. But when he talks like that I always surrender. So I open the door, put it on and just say "Thanks." And he smiles. OK, I love him.
In the coffee-house, he's preparing an espresso and is looking at me sideways. So I blurt it out "It's my dad's!" He waits "I was not supposed to borrow it..." I give him the saddest look ever. I'm trying to look like a puppy. "Sonny, you have to help me cover it up. Please... It's not even the money. I'm just terrified..." Oh so much. I'm always sincere with Sonny (well, almost). He knows that, I hope. His brown eyes are piercing my soul. They're kind and deep and they haunt my nights. Will he agree to help me? "Will..."