If this is the first time you've ever read one of my stories, you should know that I always finish what I start. So if you're the only one reading the story, update, by update, you don't have to worry about the story being cancelled.
Introductions
Griffin's brother just wanted to know if Griffin could pick up his niece from daycare, and stay home with her, until her mother got back home. He headed back home afterward, and knowing that his roommate was working late, he wasn't surprised that Carlos's Altima wasn't in the driveway. He parked up in front of the garage, got out of his truck, and waved at the neighbor's father. "How ya doin?" The middle-aged man asked.
"I'm alright." Griffin responded.
"You just move in?"
"Yeah, it's me and my best friend, for now. He's heading off to the air force, some time soon."
"Oh, well that's cool. What about you?"
"I'm gonna be a head coach of my own MMA gym. I had a successful Junior MMA fighting career, and I learned a lot in the time I fought. I'd love to teach the next generation what I know."
"Oh wow, well good on ya. I like that sport."
"Yeah, it's a more respectable sport, than some people give it credit for."
"Hey, my wife says we should do something to welcome you to the neighborhood."
"Yeah sure, anytime you wanna drop by. But it would have to be on the weekends, cuz my buddy works late, and works during the weekdays."
"Oh alright. Hey there's one more thing. Can you come here for a second?"
Griffin walked up to the fence.
"First of all, my name's Phil Dunphy." He extended his hand.
"Griffin Walker." Griffin gave the man a firm handshake.
"Very good handshake, that'll get you places. You should know that I could tell from the way my daughter looked at you, she probably likes you."
"You've got two daughters, which one are you talking about?"
"Haley, the one that was talking to you."
"Oh. What's the other one's name?"
"Alex."
"Oh."
"Haley's dating someone right now, but if it doesn't work out, I'd approve, because you seem like a nice guy."
"Well, I'm not really interested in that sort of thing, right now. I um... I was stung pretty badly by my ex, and, well, I'm still trying to recover."
"Oh okay. Well, the offers always there, if everything falls into place."
"I'll keep that in mind. Talk to you later, Phil." Griffin walked in his house, and thought to himself. When comparing the two, they both looked like nice girls, but Haley struck Griffin off, as a bit of a slut. Alex on the other hand, to Griffin, looked innocent as could be. Maybe he was wrong, only time would tell.
Saturday afternoon...
There was knock on the door. "Who are these people?" Carlos asked, noticing it was an entire families worth of people, at the front door.
"Next door Neighbors, here to welcome us." Griffin responded. "I'm going to work on the Harley. Let em know, I'll be in the garage."
Carlos walked up, and opened the door. "Hi, my name is Carlos Morales." The family took the time to shake Carlos's hand. "Griffin's out in the garage. We were about to start working on that old Harley."
"Oh really, what kind?" Phil asked.
"A 1969 Electra Glide. Mrs. Dunphy, you can set that food down in the kitchen." The rest of the family went out to the garage, joined by Claire Dunphy, moments later. Griffin was playing Goldberg's WCW theme, off of his phone, and was getting the windshield into place.
"There. Carlos," Griffin walked over to the other side of the garage, picked up the motorcycle's battery, and put it on the bike's seat. Let's pop this sucker open, see what the problem is." They took a look inside, but couldn't see. "Here, take a look." Griffin then turned to his guests. "Phil. Mrs. Dunphy. Haley." He said, shaking their hands.
"My name's Luke." Their son said.
"Griffin."
Alex gave him the same smile, she did on Thursday. "Alex."
Griffin smiled back. "Nice to meet you, Alex."
"Griffin, it's just the wiring." Carlos started. "It's not properly placed. Not a hard fix."
"Alright then, let me set the battery in." When the battery was in place, Carlos tossed Griffin the keys. "Don't mess around with me, now." Griffin put the keys in the ignition, and fired her up. It wouldn't start. He tired again. Still wouldn't start. One more time. Nothing. "Shit!" He let out a hard sigh. He took the key out of the ignition.
"Hey Griffin," Phil started. "Looks like the engine is leaking oil. I can see some stains. Think that might be the problem?"
"Yeah, it might be. I'll take a look tomorrow. For now though, I heard you brought some food?"
"You're gonna love Claire's cooking, both of you."
Ten minutes later...
Griffin sat down on his chair, in the living room. The dining room had Carlos, Claire, Haley, Luke, and Phil. Alex went to sit down on the couch. "You want some company?" She asked.
"Go right ahead."
She sat down, and they spoke. "How long have you had that bike?"
"It was my grandpa's before I got it, last year. Been trying to fix it, ever since." He paused, and shook his head. "Problem is, you fix one problem, another pops up."
"Why keep it, then?"
"My Grandpa passed away, last year. He left the bike to me in his will, because he knew I liked it, since I was eight."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Thank you. He wanted me to fix her up, and ride her with pride. So, I don't care how long it takes, I'll get her running again."
"That's admirable."
"It's just fulfilling my Grandfather's final wish."
They spent the rest of the time, getting to know each other. After everyone finished eating, the family had a conversation with their two new neighbors, up until 8:30, when they went back to their house.
I repeat my message, from chapter one, everything that takes place in this story, is not at all based on my personal life. It is in fact, entirely fictional.