Being a highschool dropout barely EVER had its perks, but after a few years of learning mechanic work, and a year after finally finding a job, Tucker finally is celebrating one year of having said job by going out and talking to a certain, long-time friend. He takes in a sharp, tense breath. Felix.
He gets in the red corvet, clean and glimmering in the setting sun. Starting it, he takes off - straight from work to Fix-it's house. He made sure to change - slipping out of his work clothes and into black, tight jeans and a clean, white shirt. He dials his number, holding his phone close to his ear.
"Hello?" Ah, a very confused Felix on the line. Perfect.
"Hey, Felix," You bark casually, refusing to tease him with his nickname for once. You're too involved, knowing it's him. The one you've been dying to talk to.
"Turbo!" He sounds happy, and excited. Tucker smiles and sighs.
"Please, tell me it's cool that I come over." He's smiling and his face is reddening. Deeper. Brighter. Darker. Hotter. Felix speaks up and catches his attention again.
"Yes, of course! No problem," He takes a quick breath. "Mom's here though, just a warning." Tucker shrugs, smiling even wider.
"No big deal. Hey, since it's Friday.. how about we go back to my place for dinner?" He bites his lip, swallowing the lump in his throat. He didn't expect to be so chilled to the bone.
"Ah, well, maybe! I have to stuck for exams next week."
Tucker grumbles in protest.
"I really do. I'm sorry, Turbo. Life's a beach, eh?" Felix light-heartedly laughs, and it brightens the other up.
"Yeah, yeah," He rolls his eyes. "Just... think about it. I'll take you anywhere you'd like. Honest. Cross my heart. Plus, it'll only be tonight."
"Well... alright."
"I'll be there soon."
"I'll be waiting."
You pull into Felix's drive way, and sigh. You haven't seen him in a while due to eachother's hours. Maybe... this wasn't the best idea. You can still go back, he probably doesn't even know you're here. After.. no. You need to let go of all of that, Tucker. The past is the past, it's nothing to continue to worry about. It's... not important. You're fine.
But... you're a winner, so you won't. You'll stay. You pull the keys out of the egnition, painfully slowly. You take a deep breath, get out of the car and approach the front door. You swiftly knock and await his arrival.
