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"This sucks!"
"Don't you dare use that tone of voice with me, Jacee!"
"Mom! I don't even know him anymore! I haven't seen him in five years! How do you even know they still live in Tranquility?"
"I've talked to Judy. I told you that. Now, go get your bags ready! Hurry up! We're driving down there tomorrow!"
"And I can't take a plane becaaauuusseee...?" I hated it when my mom made me do crap I didn't wanna do. Especially when it consisted of going to a whole other state to spend MY WHOLE SUMMER with a cousin I haven't talked to since I was ten! They probably didn't want me there! Why would she just send me on the most awkward trip of my life!? UGGGHHH This was gonna frickin' suck.
"You've never been on a plane, and I don't wanna get a call from some stewardess in Wisconsin saying you got off at the wrong place! Now, go pack, Jacee Ann. NOW!"
"Fine, you don't have to get upset. Gosh." I mumbled.
"Bye daddy, love you!" I said, as my dad walked back to the truck he drove me here in.
"Bye, Jace. Love you, sweety." he replied.
Uncle Ron waved to him as he pulled off down the street.
"So, uh, how ya been?" he asked awkwardly.
"Good, I guess. Where's Sam?" I replied.
Before my uncle could answer, Aunt Judy came walking briskly out of the house.
"Oh, we missed you so much, Jacee! My little Jacee baby! I remember when you were in diapers, don't you Ron?"
"Yeah." he replied, not paying attention to his wife's rambling.
"I gotta go pick up sam. Come on, Jacee!" he said. Wow, ten minutes here and you're already bossing me around like you would Sam.
The ride to Sam's school was the most awkward thing I've ever had to endure. I would've just put my headphones in and listened to music, but I'm thinkin' he's not the kind of guy to repeat something if you don't hear him the first time. Yeah... getting on his bad side the first day wouldn't be good.
As we pulled up, I got in the back seat and tried to lay down to where he couldn't see me.
We waited for what felt like forever until eventually I had to sit up.
"What's taking him so long?" I asked.
"Eh, prob'ly trying to figure out what kinda car he's getting. I told him if he got three A's, I'd help him get his first one." Ron explained.
"Lucky him." I mumbled. I had gotten my permit a couple months ago, but I had yet to get my license. My dad was the one that taught me to drive, and I became pretty good, passing driver's ed with a low A.
After a while, I saw Sam come walking out. He looked basically the same. Same brown eyes, same brown hair, same awkward little walk. But what could I say? It wasn't like I had guys lining up to date me. I had never even had a real boyfriend! Several online things and a billion crushes, but nothing real. Back to the point, Sam looked the same, just a little taller.
Anyway, I ducked down once again to make sure I was out of sight. Sam came running up to the car. He looked excited as he jumped straight into the vehicle.
"YES! YES!" he said.
"So?" Uncle Ron asked casually.
"A-, It's an A though!" Sam said.
"Wait-wa-wa-wait-wait. I can't see it." Uncle tried to see the report card Sam held in his hand.
"It's an A." he admitted.
"So I'm good?" Sam asked anxiously.
"You're good. Aren't you gonna give your cousin a welcome back hug?"
Ugh, why'd he have to mention me? I'd rather just stay out of sight!
"Jacee?" Sam turned and looked at me like he was trying to figure out if he'd guessed who I was correctly. I had to admit, I looked very different than when I was little. I use to be the tallest one in my class in like kindergarten and a little chubby too... but now I'm five foot six and a little on the skinny side. Go figure.
"Jacee!" Sam exclaimed before giving me a very awkward one-arm hug. "When'd you get here?"
"Uh, today. Apparently our moms have been planning this crap for a while. I'm gonna be with you all summer." I said.
His face held a mix of emotions. But the most noticable ones were 'weirded-outness' and confusion. I guess Judy didn't mention anything to him about it either. Oh joy.
We drove in tense silence for a few minutes until my uncle spoke up. "I gotta little surprise for ya, Sam."
"What kinda surprise?" Sam asked.
We pulled into the Porsche dealership.
No fucking way.
"No. No, no, NO! DAD! AW YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!" Sam was getting excited for obvious reasons, but I on the other hand, was pissed. Who gets a frickin' Porsche for their first car?!
Then it happened. Ron spoke up. "Yeah, I am. You're not gettin' a Porsche." He said as he continued to exit the lot. Both me and my uncle burst out laughing, but Sam just sat there looking about as pissed as I had been.
"You think that's funny?"
"Yeah I think it's funny!"
"What's wrong with you?"
"You really think I'd get you a Porsche? For your first car?"
I continued to giggle as they had one of their famous arguements. finally, however, we pulled into the actual dealership. It was total crap. About the only thing you could buy here would be scrap metal. That made me laugh too, along with the mexican clown talking about his makeup melting and burning his eyes. It was freakin' hilarious, lookin' like the set of Sanford & Son!
Sam looked back to give me a serious glare of annoyance before he returned his aggrevation to his father.
When we parked and got out of our car, Sam's reactions made me laugh even more, just because I knew for a fact that I'd be doing the same thing. He walked over to one of the hacks of crap and pointed to it.
"What is this? You said half a car, not half a piece of crap, Dad!" he protested.
"When I was your age, I'd be happy with four wheels and an engine." Ron said simply.
"Let me explain something to you, okay? Ever seen the movie 'Fourty Year Old Virgin'? Okay, that's what this is." Sam said, pointing to one of the old cars.
"And that's fifty year old virgin." I said casually, pointing to the car beside it.
"EXACTLY!" Sam said.
Ron went on to repeat the Witwicky motto "No sacrifice, no victory." as I began to walk up to the owner.
"Bobby B, baby, Bobby B." He said, giving me a creepy ass smile and attempting to wrap his sweaty arm around my shoulder. Perverts these days. I stepped away from him and over to Uncle Ron and Sam.
His wandering eyes left me and he turned his attention to my relatives.
"Gentlemen, Bobby Bolivia." he introduced himself. "Like the country, except without the ruins."
Ron explained that Sam was getting his first car and Bobby B said something about family and enchiladas. I wasn't paying attention to them. I simply began to walk around, looking. My opinion probably didn't matter to my cousin, but maybe I could find him a cheap car that didn't look like shit. I saw an old olive green 1969 Cadillac, but I was pretty sure he wouldn't wanna drive around in something that should be in the prop house for the movie 'Hurst'.
After walking a little more, I saw it. The diamond in the rough. The black to Sam's yellow. The victory to his sacrifice! There was a 1976 yellow Comaro with black racing stripes just sitting there waiting for someone to drive it home.
I walked over to it and got in. The leather seats were comfy against my sweaty butt. Heh, I'd been riding in cars all day, what can I say? And the stearing wheel felt nice. This isn't your car, Jace! It's his. I wiped my thumb over the middle of the stearing wheel to get the grime off. When I did that, it revealed a symbol. But not like a logo or anything, it was like a robot head or something.
"Sam!" I called him over.
Omegosh I reeeaaally hope he isn't as much of an idiot as I remember. I swear if he doesn't get this vehicle, I'll knock him into next week!
Sam and Ron came over to examine the car and I slid over to the passenger's seat so Sam could test it out.
"Feels nice." he mumbled.
Bobby was outside the car yelling to Manny about not knowing this car was here. Figures. He seemed like an irresponsible business owner anyway.
"How much?" Ron asked, noticing that we'd taken a liking to this one.
"Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle and the custom paint job-"
Sam cut him off. "The paint's faded." he said to our defense.
"Y-yeah, but it's custom." Bolivia replied.
"Custom faded?" Sam asked.
I snickered. Wow, who knew Sam could backsass?
"Well it's your first car. I wouldn't expect you to understand." Bobby snapped. "Five grand."
"Sorry, I'm not payin' over four." Ron said.
"Out the car." Bolivia quickly said.
"What happened to being his uncle?" I asked sarcastically.
They just ignored me. Figures.
"Woah, woah, woah! You said cars pick the drivers!" Sam argued. Wow, he really wanted this car. I don't blame him.
"Well sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap ass father! Out the car!" Bobby hissed.
For some reason, I liked him alot better when we first got here.
Sam sighed and exited the car. I, on the other hand, was NOT going down without a fight.
"Dude, come on!" I grumbled as I went to open the door.
It wouldn't open.
I tried again... still no luck.
They began talking about the ugly Bug beside us, but I wasn't listening. I mean who cares about racing stripes! I'm stuck in a car!
I began snatching on the door handle. I didn't want to ruin anything in the Comaro, but I also wasn't gonna let my family leave without me. Not that they'd notice I was even missing.
I snatched the handle one last time and the door flew open and rammed into the side of the Volks Wagon, knocking over a display of oil and, more than likely, denting the door. Not that it wasn't already dented enough.
I heard Ron apologize frantically and Bobby yelled at Manny and his clown cousin to come bang the dent out, but I was too busy worrying about what just happened to even pay any attention to them.
The door opened by itself! What kinda car does that!?
Wait... did I do that? No way, I couldn't have.
Deciding to shrug it off, I climbed out of the Comaro and started to walk away, but as soon as I was standing outside the car, the radio fizzled to life... without me turning it on.
"Greater than man." came a line from the radio, and everyone standing around dropped to our knees as all the windows of the cars in the lot just shattered.
All except the Comaro.
Weird, right?
Ron asked if Sam and I were alright and we both nodded. We were in too much shock to speak at the moment.
But before I could have one of my good 'ole freak-outs, Bobby held up four shaky fingers.
"Four thousand!"
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