You know people always say the dream of meeting the love of their life, and you know, nothing wrong with that at all, it's pretty amazing finding someone that you can spend your life with and enjoy being around constantly. Having said that, I never imagined that the person that would fill that part in my life would end up being…well…it's a long story. My name is Jackson "Jacky" Witwicky and this is how I met my boyfriend...who was my brother's car.

"Jacky," Hmm…so loud, I just need five more minutes. "Jackson William Witwicky get down here right now!" Called Judy, the blissful and happy mother of two fine young men. Her baby being little Sammy, and her dependable older boy, Jacky…the elder seeming to have forgotten that he was supposed to be awake to drive his younger brother to school today.

"Mmm, five more minutes!" Jacky would call out, managing to have stumbled out of his bed. Batting away the raven bangs that covered his face and letting out a soft groan, stretching his tanned and toned body (which was exposed to the world due to his habit of sleeping in nothing but his camo boxer-briefs), loosening the muscles in his body before turning to look at the alarm clock on his little coffee table at the foot of his bed. "FUCK!"

And thus was how he had woken up only to realize how late he and Sam would be, and trust me dear reader, any grace an elegance one would think this handsome man might have…was completely forgotten as he scrambled to find anything to wear, stumbling around in his barely awake state, though he managed to make himself semi presentable with a pair of baggy grey jeans that hugged his waist nicely along with a black sleeveless t-shirt. "JACKSON!"

"One second mom! Almost downstairs!" He called once more before heading out his door before taking a moment to stop beside his brothers door, knocking. "Hey Sam, stop beating the chicken, we need to get going." A smirk touched his face as he heard the resounding crash and bang of an obviously panicked Sam.

"I-I don't know what yo-you're talking about!" Sam would call out, a loud click following showing that Jacky's younger brother was unlocking his door and stepping out, still in his pajamas. "Don't tell mom?"

"Course not," He'd chuckle out, halfway down the stairs but stopping for a moment to turn and look back up at his brother. "Just make sure your video's are a little more quite in the future." The flush and look of embarrassment on Sam's face following Jacky's wink was hilarious, almost as much as Sam's desperate scramble back into his room and disappearing from the world. Jacky however, while about to get his motorcycle out of the garage, had been stopped by his mother in the kitchen, who'd fuss over his looks, complaining about his slightly longer than average hair.

"You really need a trim…" She'd say, looking up at him, barely resisting the urge to fiddle with him.

"Don't worry, I'll be getting one soon," he'd respond, a smile starting to form on her face after hearing that.

"That's wonderful becau-"

"No."

"What?"

"I said no, nope, nein. You are not going to give it to me."

"But Jacky!"

"No offense mom, I love you, I really do, but I'm not about to let you give me a haircut after what happened with Mojo," Chuckling he'd give Judy a small hug, reaching behind her for freshly brewed coffee…by which I mean the coffee that had been made an hour ago. "He's still taking anti-depressants…that dog is really heavily medicated."

"But it's different, you're m-"

"Oh come on Judy, give the kid a break!"

"Ron!" Chuckling, his father took him by the arm and led him outside, pulling him off to a corner and laughing to himself.

"Can you drop little hints to Sam that I might be getting him a Porsche for his birthday?"

"You're getting Sam a Porsche?" Jacky said while crossing his arms and looking at his dad directly, wondering how in all the world he could even imagine that happening. "Sam literally fell over once, just because he was standing still, you really think that's a good idea?"

"No, no, no. Who in their right mind would do that? No I'm just going to make him think that!"

"…"

"…"

"That…is...brilliant." A shit eating grin spread across father and son's faces, barely containing their laughter. Course their moment together ended with Sam running out the door and straight into the garage.

"C'mon c'mon c'mon! WE NEED TO GET GOING!"

"Calm down Sam, I'm coming I'm coming." He said, trying to wipe away that oh so determined smirk. "And don't worry dad, I'll remember." And with that, the raven haired boy leaves, already imagining the chaos of what would ensue.