I don't own stuff and such…I realize I'm all new a stuff, but I've been reading for over 2 years; if that helps...and I am a VERY competitive person…I saw the "5 quotes" thing only a few minutes after I said to myself "I'm probably not gonna write anything." So it goes like this.
ME: hey loooook 5 quotes…interesting
OTHER ME: bet yah couldn't do that in under 10 minutes
ME: OH….you're on, bitch
Quotes are in italics.
Ergo we end up with this, written in under 10 min…just to prove to myself that I could….YOU SEE THAT?! HA-HA SELF…I SHOWED YOU, DIDN'T I?!
"I think it's broken."
"Oh really, Andy? I couldn't tell." Bender leaned over the smoking car engine; trying to figure out what had caused the problem. "Hey Princess," he waved his arms clearing smoke for a better view of the engine.
"Yeah?" Claire asked.
"It's your car…you fix it."
"What…" she paused, "I've never looked at an engine in my life…plus you work at a body shop."
"Well that ain't my problem, is it…and last time I checked, I was off hours."
"Common John, please?"
"Wha'ja gonna do for me?"
"Anything." She regretted saying this the moment it passed from her lips.
Bender raised an eyebrow, "Anything? Well now, if I knew that I would'a had this car fixed awhile ago." He looked at her like a hungry animal.
"Don't look at me like that." She muttered, knowing she didn't mean a word of it.
Bender looked at the two who had remained silent sense they had pulled off the road, "Alrighty, Mr. Grade-Point-Average…pop-quiz, for shop, of course…" Brian ambled over, "what," he over exaggerated the word, "is wrong with this vehicle?"
Without even glancing at the car Brian said "I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I mean, that I don't know."
"You didn't even look."
"Didn't have to…I've never even driven a car."
"Damn. I thought you said you were eighteen."
"Of course I'm eighteen." Brian blushed; he had turned eighteen little more than a month before.
Bender fliped his hair out of his eyes, looking at the engine again, "Princess, how's about you turn your heap o' junk on again." He glared down at the troublesome BMW.
"Couldn't that make it worse?"
"What…don'cha trust me, Cherry?" he winked.
She obliged.
"Turn on the heater…"
She, again, obliged.
"Now, what you got here," he paused as if to make sure he had the four others attention, "is an over-heated engine." He cleared his throat before continuing, "Well now, young'uns," he held out his hand referring to the three soon-to-be high school graduates and the current genius of a junior, "not that this isn't fun…but would you mind getting me back to the shop?"
"Oh common John, you said we were gonna go out to lunch…plus you're always working." Claire was referring to the fact that they hadn't been out in over a month.
"Lunch?" he sighed, "After twenty minutes with you I think I could use a drink…like, a beer sounds pretty nice."
"I prefer bourbon." Allison was still much quieter than the others.
Bender laughed before getting in the car saying "I think Bri should do the drivin'."
"What if I say I don't want to?" Brian asked.
"Then I say 'That's the saddest thing I've ever heard in my whole life.'"