Hey my followers and other random people that actually care enough to review. (Hint, hint) Just a few things I wanna bring up before the actual start of the chapter. The first is that the people I had envisioned for Jen and Kelly are actually Jen and Kelly, as in the creators of ParleProductions on YouTube. If you're reading this Jen or Kelly, you guys are awesome and made me wish I was British just so I could meet you. And that if no one that is reading this knows what great actors/comedians you are they should minimize this and check out one of the following of your shows, Demyx Time (personal favorite ^_^) The Sora Show, or the one about Final Fantasy seven. And now for the second dealio, you people don't review enough, I see that I have like, I think six favorites and seven followers, and yet pretty much none of ya'll actually review. Don't you want me to continue, unless I get at the least five more views, I'll be deleting this story. Well that's all for now, C'ya.

P.S= there's going to be a few Shane Danwson references if you find one you get a virtual cookie.

P.S.S =and to my last reviewer, you could try singing Malchick Gey to him. He loves music, it's a song by T.a.t.u

P.S.S.S= you'll also get a virtual cookie if you can guess where the lyrics the songs that Bee will be singing come from.

After bringing back Sam's new car I started working on it right away. I had to get it ready for him in time for the party tonight so he could impress his little Micky. I quickly change from my school clothes into my raggedy clothes which consisted of an old pair of khaki shorts and a ripped in certain areas, sleeveless t-shirt, oh and a towel for after I wash it. Now that I'm ready I bring out my stereo and put in my favorite CD that I custom made with only my favorite songs, which had an extremely wide range. Some of which consisted of pop, rock, emo, and Japanese, oh those crazy Japanese. I don't understand a word of it, but I love it anyway, I mean they invented yaoi,

(WARNING: Kids under twelve should not look up Yaoi, any and all and side effects from experiencing yaoi is does not legally hold me liable. I'm Jasmine Nightheart, and I approve this message.)

Where was I again, oh yeah, some of my favorite songs that are on there are Chris Crocker's 'I Want Your Bite, Locked Up Lover's, Freak of Nature, and 'Mind in the Gutter.' Oh and some of BOTDF (Blood on the Dance Floor) such as "Yo, Ho, I Heart Hello Kitty, Bitch's get Stitch's, Death to Your Heart, Little Witch, Candyland, IDGAF, and finally, My Gift and My Curse.' And keep in mind, those are only a few songs I like, there are a lot of songs I like from a game called Vocaloid. And this song I like called, I think, Caramel Dancin.'

Anyway, time to get back to work. I say mentally, walking over to our garage. Passing by my baby, I feel the need to talk to it. "Don't worry baby, daddies going to give you a bath tomorrow, promise." I say patting her, then walking away from her beautiful black and yellow frame. I soon as I get inside, it is like I'm like waking up on Christmas morning, you know, that feeling, that something awesome is coming your way. That's how I always feel when coming in here, because every time I do, I always have happy memories, I guess the best way for me to describe it is by calling it my sanctuary. Oh yeah, I just remembered another song I like called Sanctuary. Walking along the shelves looking for the items I need. "Ah ha, you sneaky little devil!" I cry out finding one of the few items I need, which was a bottle of bluish- green liquid soap. I always seem to misplace it after cleaning Galaxy, oh yeah Hehehe, I forgot to mention that I named my bike Galaxy because of its night themed coloring. I'm thinking about painting a crescent moon on there.

I find my next needed item fairly easy. It was a huge bucket. Plopping the bottle of soap in it, I move on to find the rags and cans of wax I would use on the car once I was done. And there, right there, by my black spray paint, was the can of wax needed to finish off my work on the Camaro, also grapping the rags to. Heading out the door, I give myself a smile, knowing full well that I'm about to do something I love which, was attending to cars. Now I know there's a common stereo-type about gays being all feminine and stuff but that's not always true and I know what you're probably thinking (But didn't you just say that one of your favorite songs is Caramel Dancin'?) Yes I did, but that doesn't make me feminine, just like reading Twilight doesn't turn you emo.

(Once again, WARNING: If you read Twilight, and suddenly feel a sudden urge to cut yourself, hurt yourself, wish that some vampire dude would suck your blood, please to report to a hospital, as you probably have, Hyprovampric disease, aka emoism. Once again, I'm Jasmine Nightheart, and I approve this message.)

I'm usually that way, totally unfeminine, most of the time. In fact, in every relationship I've ever been in I've always been the seme, never a uke. Well, that's not completely true I was a uke once, and that was my first time, I later found out that I very much preferred being the seme.

God, I'm I really drabbling on again? Man, I need to have a longer attention span. Anyway, where was I, oh yeah, I was heading back to the job before me. Setting the bucket in front of the, ageing gracefully Camaro, I run back to house, twisting the wheely thing (hey, I said I know about cars not house appliances, or is it considered a garden appliance?) to turn the hose on. Walking back to the car, I'm careful not to drag my feet knowing full well that Dad would get pissy if I did. Quickly filling the bucket, I then run once again back to the house to turn it off then walking back again. I'm starting to feel like a dog at this point. Next I pull out the bottle of soap and poor the bluish-green substance into the bucket. Then dipping one of the two old rags into it, I pull it back out again. Then I rub it on to the hood of the Camaro.

"Slam, slam, oh hot danm… Rub me right." The radio suddenly burst out from the radio, accompanied by a sound like metal groaning. I shrug it off though; I mean it's probably nothing big, right? I mean the radio could just be because of faulty wiring, and the groaning, well if it isn't because it was old then I don't know. And after about a minute or so of continuing my pace at trying to rub away the crap on the car I hear another groan, but this time I just ignore it. And finally, after about an hour after continuously scrubbing and scrubbing, and about sixteen hundred other groans, I finally get the front half front done, yay me. What, I'm a very thorough person.

Admiring my half done work, I step back. "Damn, I'm so good." But by this time I'm sweating like a pig, which is very weird since pigs don't have sweat glands if I remember my science class correctly. Anyway I decide to take off my shirt to let my body. It was a drastic change, to say the least, because every now and then I would get little shivers. It was because of my sweat mix with the little breezes, equals a very happy me. But no, seriously it felt really good.

"…Brining sexy back, those other boys don't know how ta act."

"Wow, who knew that even cars knew a Sex God when they saw them." I say aloud to know one in particular. Returning to my work, I once again start hearing metal groaning.

(I'll skip the next thirty minutes or so, so you don't get bored)

"Finally I'm done!" I say collapsing against the side of the car. "It's been fun, but I gotta go... god I need a life." I say, thinking about how desperate to talk to someone I'm talking to a car. Getting back up, I head back to the house. When I get to my room I throw my shirt in my dirty clothes pile. Next I grab my phone and check my messages. Holy shit, ten messages from Jen in the last five. 'We're leaving now' 'were do you want 2 meet' 'Hello, u there,' 'Going 2 answer me,' 'Ello?'

'I'll be there soon, going 2 take shower, try to be done in awhile.' I text back quickly, next I quietly pull off my khaki shorts, and camouflaged underwear, what, never said I had a good fashion sense. Walking to the bathroom I have in my room I then ceremoniously turn the water on as hot as it'll go, I like my showers so they'll pretty much boil you alive. Stepping into the shower I nearly shudder at how the lovely water caresses my body. Grabbing my three in one soap, I love the stuff; you don't have to buy as much stuff. It's a shampoo, body wash, and conditioner in one. I poor some into my hand then rub it into my midnight locks, scrubbing down to the roots.

After washing that out, I then poor some more of my three-in-one into my hand, then rub my hands together. My next step is rubbing it all over my body. Moving down to up, and after taking care of my legs my hands move up to my thighs. And danm I nearly moaned out right then.

(And because I'm mean this is where I'll end the chapter. I'm so evil, Muhahahaha.)