Christine

Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER I OWN NOTHING

"Geoff go back!" Harold shouted, his eyes were bulging behind his glasses and had one hand over his mouth. "I wanna get another look at her!"

I looked in my mirror excited for the first time in a while, Harold finally interested in a girl. But I couldn't see any hot chick, just a metal monster in a yard.

"Dude, all I see is a…" my words fell away as realization hit me. "ah dude no. not that… thing."

Harold seemed oblivious to the venom in my voice. He just sat there and nodded quickly.

"Yeah yeah just turn the car around." he replied, craning his neck at an angle to look over the seat that made my own hurt watching him. "hurry up."

"Dude you obviously have heat stroke from working out in the sun too long. Let me take you home and put you in front of the AC and we'll watch hockey." I said, the Maple Leafs were facing the Red Wings and we'd been marking down the days on our calendars. When he didn't answer me I quickly performed an illegal U-turn by stepping on the gas. My 75 Dodge Challenger leapt forward with a yell. I slammed on my brakes and jerked the wheel, squealing tires as my car came to a stop.

Driving back up the street I pulled into the yard, Harold hopped out before I even stopped and was quickly across the lawn as I killed the engine. The beast sitting there was a 55 Ford Plymouth Fury, or what was left of one. One of the rear fins was dented badly, rust was eating up from the bottom and slowly had progressed up. The right side of the windshield was a spider web of crack, a faded FOR SALE sign was on the left side of the windshield, the one without cracks. Looking underneath I could see a dark puddle of oil.

"What do you kids think your doing?!" a voice shouted, I turned to see a man coming out of the house and across the yellowed lawn. This guy looked like he was a real good looking guy way back when but time had not been kind to him. His scraggly black hair was receding on his skull, in patches I might add. His lips were curled back to reveal missing teeth and several were black. He was dressed in a dirty and blackened back brace, stained shorts and scoffed sneakers.

Harold snapped to attention and looked at the approaching old man, that look once again in his eyes.

"Sir is this your car?" Harold asked, the old man nodded. "I wanna buy it."

The old man's eyes twinkled at this, a sly grin came across his face, he had a sucker, too bad it was Harold.

"The names Chris Mclean, pleased to meet you." he said, holding out his hand, it was skinny and the fingernails were dirty. Harold reached out and shook it.

"My names Harold Cunningham, how much?" he asked, I groaned, Harold was really jumping the gun here. "What ever it is it isn't enough."

Mclean held his hand up and cupped his chin, as if thinking.

"Well I've been asking 300 but I like you. You remind me of me before the war." he said. "So I'll give her too you for 175."

"Her?" I asked, confused. "Don't you mean it?"

"No, I mean her. Christine's what I call her." he replied. "Bought her new off the assembly line back in 57."

Harold had remained silent, instead choosing to run his hand slowly over the beaten and battered body of Christine. I caught it out of the corner of my eye but I could of sworn I saw Harold kiss the roof. I was brought back to Mclean by him speaking again.

"Yep new off the line." he said. "No finer smell in the world than a new car, except maybe for pussy."

As much as I hated to agree with him but the old man was right, the smell of pussy was great. Which reminded me I had a date with Lindsey tonight. I was thinking of taking her to the 'submarine races'(sex, if you didn't catch the joke).

"Okay well you gonna pay me or not?" Mclean asked, looking toward Harold, who reached into his back pocket for his wallet.

"Harold don't, you can find plenty of good cars out at Hatchets for 175, a whole lot better than this one." I said, Mclean looked toward me, his eyes were hard and threatening. Harold opened his wallet and pulled out several bills, before looking toward me.

"Geoff, I need twenty bucks."

"Oh come on." I sighed, reaching for my wallet I pulled out a twenty and handed it over. Twenty minutes later we were parking in front of Harold's house. Going in I grabbed a glass of milk, Regina Cunningham came into the kitchen as I did.

"Geoff, Harold what took you so long?" she asked, I sputtered mid drink when she spoke.

"I bought a car today." Harold said, the smile on his mom's face fell away, I slowly started for the door.

"You did WHAT!" she shrieked, before turning her wrath toward me. "Geoff! Is this true?"

I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around.

"If you mean he bought something that used to be a car then yes."

She raised an eyebrow at this and walked over to the window above the sink. As she was distracted I darted out the door and ran down to my car. As I pulled away I could here them fighting inside.

God I wish I had took the long way home today.

END CHAPTER 1

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