Hon hon hon~ I'm back, ladies! Ahem. Sorry. Got carried away. Basically, this is the revamp for "Together We Stand". However, the title has been changed due to some reasons. I do hope my writing has gotten better even though I haven't practiced at all. Really. My focus shifted to drawing from late October last year till now. Pairings may or may not happen. I'll also break away from the story of G1 and kind of make my own universe? Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
"Wrench please." The wearied, polite tone of the twenty-five year old cut through the thoughts of his daydreaming counterpart.
The visiting apprentice mechanic snapped to attention. "Sir yes sir, Mister Jamil sir!" The nineteen-year-old girl immediately rummaged through the nearby toolbox and extricated the required item. While it might have been her day off, it didn't mean that she'd leave him to do everything by himself. That would just be plain rude of her. Bouncing off the bar stool that she had been perching on, she strode purposefully towards the senior mechanic. Jamil was busy working on a client's car, not noticing the girl standing behind him. If he had, well... there'd probably be a lot of screaming and dropped equipment. The reason why she hadn't simply thrown it over to him was because, knowing her teacher, his less-than-perfect hand-eye coordination would result in an injury of some sort. Unfortunately, she had the chance to witness this when she tossed him a screwdriver during her first week of work. Needless to say, the resulting tears from someone six years her senior had been quite... unnerving.
Tapping him on the shoulder, it was difficult to contain her grin when she saw him jump. 'Heh… It's so easy to startle him.' She placed the wrench in Jamil's waiting hand, then became distracted by a wisp of white hair that had come loose from her ponytail.
"Thank you Nadira," Jamil muttered, too engrossed in his work to give her a better answer. Nadira could only shrug, chuckling at how focused her mentor was.
You'd do it for him~ And you would do it again~
This time, it was the white-haired girl's turn to jump as her teacher's phone began to ring. Placing a hand on her chest to calm herself, Nadira watched as her teacher stopped what he was doing. Straightening, the man crossed over to his workbench where his phone was. Without meaning to, Nadira caught the ghost of a smile on Jamil's face and immediately assumed the caller's identity. She could only suppress her grin when her suspicions proved right, pumping her fist in triumph.
"Nashita! Hah I haven't spoken to you in such a long time, you nerd! How are things with you? Uh huh… Wait what? Am I busy?" Jamil cast a quick glance to the window and noted the pink-and-heliotrope streaked sky. Making a face, he carried on with his conversation. "Nah man. Just give me like five minutes to close the workshop up and-"
Nadira watched on with mounting curiosity as her mentor's cheeks turned dark pink. She grinned. It was obvious that he was becoming more flustered by the second, but by what?
"N-Nashita! Don't discuss such things with me now! Th-This isn't the time for you to mention-" Jamil's voice dropped to a whisper and Nadira soon felt heat searing her cheeks.
Taking this as her cue to exit, the nineteen-year-old brisk-walked out of the workshop. Inhaling a lungful of crisp autumn air, Nadira soon elapsed into a dry, hacking cough as the caked smoke in her lungs loosened once more. Reaching into her coat pocket, she could only grimace as she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
'Ugh. God, no matter how much I try to kick the habit, I still can't. How disgusting…'
Crossing the street, Nadira could only curse her lack of self-control when it came to her smoking addiction. Head down, eyes trained on the tar in front of her, it was no wonder she didn't notice the car until it was too late.
Bright headlights.
Impact.
Then… nothing.
Well… That was an… eventful chapter. Huh. Do tell me if my style has changed or stayed pretty much the same! ^^
