The sharp snap of his dress shoes on the cement floor echoed slightly in the empty garage as his green eyes looked over the place. A half sneer was planted firmly on his thin lips as he tried not to touch anything, lest he get his white suit smudged with god only knows what. He didn't even want to be anywhere near this place, he didn't like coming down here as a child and he sure didn't want to be here now.
"He did it just to fuck with me, I know it," His voice cut the heavy silence of the place only for it to fall right back into place.
Nick didn't like being down in Georgia, he hated the heat and all things that came with it but his uncle was an asshole. Grimacing more he shook his head at the thought of disrespecting the dead, but there was no other way to put it. His uncle was never really fond of him, when his parents sent him down to stay with his aunt and uncle, the older male never paid him much mind. The older couple owned and ran the garage and there were many days of his youth that he had to stay at the place until late at night. Loathing didn't begin to cover how he felt about this place and his uncle knew it.
Taking the keys out of his pocket, that he had to clean before he would let them near his clothing, he unlocked the office door. Looking around he sighed and fought the urge to walk right back out of the place. Papers in and out of the wire trays where they should be covered seventy percent of the flat surfaces. The filing cabinet was covered in grease spots and Nick felt the urge to wash his hands just looking at it.
"Yep, he hated me," Nick said, stepping around the piles of rags that were on the floor.
Looking over the few papers and things that were on the desk, he cringed that even 'important' papers were covered in black spots.
Rationally he knew that being a mechanic there was the problem of oil getting everywhere, but his uncle had people that worked for him. Three men in their mid twenties if he remembered correctly. He didn't really care about what their names were at the moment, although he did have their numbers in a file in his car. In his uncles will it never said he had to keep the garage, he could sell it if he wished.
The money was the one thing that was making this decision a very hard one, that and the house. His aunt had passed near five years ago and she had put that after his uncle passed Nick was to get their house. He really did love the house, it was an old style duel floor, hand built house that his aunts grandfather had built. She kept that house clean as a pin and so did his uncle, though Nick was sure he hired a maid or something. Either or, the house Nick didn't feel the need to scrub him self just being in. Sure the garage he would only have to come by once a day, if that, but he still wasn't a hundred percent.
From what Nick knew, this was the only repair shop in Savannah, so everyone in the town came here to get their cars fixed. Also the three men that worked at the place were damn good at what they did so cars were in and out almost always in the same day.
Looking over his uncles desk he saw a framed picture of his aunt and picked it up, looking over it.
"Well Aunt Sarah, you're getting what you always wanted, me down here in Savannah to stay,"
~*~*~*~Author's Note~*~*~*~
Well this idea is random.
When I couldn't sleep last night (thank you fricken cold that won't go away) This kinda popped, but I was to lazy to grab my laptop.
This will keep going, this is just a little taste (more than likely more will be up today)
Valve owns the boys.