A/N: Sheesh! I've been bugged about this story, so here it is. The latest chapter, where Freddie gets a car of his own. Hope you like it!

Lindsay snapped the spark plug wire on, and started the Vespa, much to Gibby's delight...

"You're awesome! I think this calls for a dance!" Gibby shouted.

Lindsay stepped back next to Freddie, unsure what the strange new kid was about to do, and watched in shock as he took off his shirt and proceeded to dance half naked right there on the sidewalk. She laughed when a few strangers dropped money in the oversized shirt he had left laying on the ground.

She turned to Freddie and smiled,

"Come on Freddie. We're going to be late."

They weren't late, and the games went well for Freddie, who was very glad he got teamed with Lindsay and her dad's team from his work. Afterward the whole family, this time including Lindsay's mom, went to eat at a local restaurant to try and catch up with the long lost Freddie.

Her dad was a very large guy. Mostly muscle mass, no one could confuse him for fat, he still had his camouflage pants, but had changed his paint splattered shirt for a tee that read "Property of BOEING" on it.

His wife, on the other hand, had a smaller frame. She was dressed very comfortably in Jeans and a t-shirt, something she had said her job rarely lets her get to wear, even on the weekends.

Before the food came, the catching up began.

"So Fred," Mr. Loe asked, using the same name he had used in the fifth grade. "How old are you? 16 yet?"

Freddie swallowed the chips he had been eating.

"Nope, still just fifteen. I should be able to get my license in about a month. I'm in drivers Ed right now."

"So close. Yet so far. What kind of car do you have?"

Freddie shrugged his shoulders and took another bite. His mom never let him eat salted chips and queso.

"Nothing yet. My mom wants to go look at this Volvo station wagon, but I don't think she's actually ready for me to start driving. She's pretty much in denial." Freddie jokes.

Mr. Loe laughed.

"I know the feeling. When I first gave Lindsay her car, I wasn't ready either. However, Freddie, it might be your lucky day. I just so happen to have a car I want to sell. I'll make you a good deal on it."

His wife rolled her eyes and patted Mr. Loe on his hand.

"Don't let him fool you dear. He just wants to get rid of it because I won't let him buy his new boat until he can fit it in the work shed, and I won't let him build a bigger car barn."

Most of the family laughed at that. Mr. Loe had collected quite a few cars over the years, and had built and added onto his car barn several times, each time to the exasperation of his wife.

Unable to deny what she was saying, Mr. Loe moved on.

"Still Freddie, It's got to go. I'd give it to you if I could. When we get home, I'll let Lindsay take you out and show you Bandit"

Freddie's smile beamed. He knew anything in the car barn was something he wanted to have, even the truck was really nice, and now he might have his chance. The rest of dinner went quickly, but not quickly enough for Freddie, who had his meal eaten before anyone else.

Finally the family finished and soon head home. Finally arriving at the car barn, Freddie followed Lindsay over to the key lock box where she looked for the right key. Standing there Freddie couldn't help but look around. Closest to him was an old Pontiac GTO, Behind it a 57' Chevy Bel Air. It was like heaven to Freddie. He'd read about these cars before, but never been so close. He walked closer to the GTO, He could see it was a 1970 GTO and figured Mr. Loe would only have bought the largest engine on the market to put into it. He felt something warm in his right hand, and it only took a second to realize she had her hand in his, in her other hand were a set of keys. He turned his head to face hers, and leaned in for a kiss. The two stood there kissing for a few minutes until Lindsay pulled back, a small grin on her face.

"Freddie, let's go look at it."

Freddie still was unsure of which one it was, and decided to just let her lead into the back corner. There sat a T-Top Muscle car, it's windows down and tops off. The body was straight, but the paint had never been done. Most of the body was an ugly faded burgundy with sections of gray primer paint. The hood was a light baby blue and the door was white. The passenger seat sat on the ground in front of the car. The windshield was lying under the car. None of this mattered to Freddie as he tried to hold his mouth closed, every other thought rushed out of his mind.

As he ogled the lines of the car he eventually noticed Lindsay sitting on the hood of the car facing him. Her arms behind her, one leg out, the other crossing it, her chest pushed out and her head leaned back.

Freddie didn't think she'd needed to push her chest out for him to notice it. He had.

"So which do you think is hotter Freddie? Me or the car?"

Freddie intentionally took a few seconds to consider the question, waiting until she slid off the hood and threw the keys at him in indignation as he shot a mischievous smile at her.

"FREDDIE!"

Freddie grabbed her around the waist and went in for the kiss, which she refused.

"Oh no! You can make out with the car for all I care!"

Freddie pulled his head back and looked into her eyes.

"You're hotter! I was just looking for a way to let the car down gently, without hurting its feelings." Freddie playfully replied "Still…."

Lindsay leaned in and gave him a quick kiss before letting go.

"Really Freddie, do you like the car?"

Freddie vigorously shook his head yes.

Lindsay hugged Freddie tightly.

"I knew it! I'm going to get dad!"

Freddie watched her closely as she ran out the door behind opening the driver's door and looking around before sitting down in the driver's seat. He could see the interior had been refurbished. It was a black interior with chrome accents on the doors and around the shifter. The gauges in the dash were all new, as was the aluminum dash around them. Despite a layer of dust, everything on the interior was clearly brand new or had been refurbished to look new. Freddie pulled the door almost closed and placed both hands on the wheel, its smooth leather soft to the touch. He leaned back in the chair, placing his right hand on the shifter, his left foot on the clutch.

In Freddie's mind he was no longer in a car barn just outside of Seattle. Now he was in Texarkana. Sally fields had just jumped in the passenger seat and had just finished taking off her wedding dress while an angry Buford T. Justice chased them, swearing to catch him. He was doing speeds and maneuvers unmatched by any other driver on the road, and looking cool doing it. In reality, Freddie ran the transmission through all five gears.

He sighed and took his hands off the wheel. He had never wanted anything so badly in his life. Not the Giovanni laptop, not to stop having to take tick baths, no girls, not even Carly. Sliding the key into the ignition, Freddie decided he would trade the chance at losing his virginity for this car. At least temporarily he decided.

"I'm guessing you like it?"

Mr. Loe's voice scared Freddie and brought him back to reality.

"It could be the greatest car in the world! What engine does it have in it?" Freddie asked

Mr. Loe grinned and looked around.

"Promise not to tell? I mean it, not Lindsay or my wife."

Freddie's eyes opened to their fullest at the thought of a secret engine no one else knew about.

"I'll take that as a yes. I got a friend from yearone to sell me one of their 8.8 liter engines they have been putting in their Burt Reynolds T/As. In fact most of the car is from those T/As underneath. Even the five speed transmission and the rear end. I got the 3.73 rear diff."

Freddie's arms went weak. He knew he had to have this car, if it meant selling one of his kidneys. Freddie took a piece of paper that Mr. Loe offered him. On it listed all the specs for the car, with a price on the bottom Freddie recognized as less than what he had in techfoot money left in the bank. His eyes shot up to the Mr. Loe.

:"Of course I'd cut some of the price off for you Freddie. And we'll get this car finished up and painted. In the mean time you should hear the motor. Go ahead, start it up!" The older gentleman commanded.

Freddie turned the key but got no response out of the car.

"Aww! Hold on, I've got a battery around here somewhere. I'll be right back"

Freddie, alone with his thoughts decided he had to have this car, no matter what it cost him. Of course his mom would say no, that it just wasn't safe enough, bad on fuel mileage, too much for him to handle, too old, probably break down, blah blah blah. His heart sunk as he realized the crushing truth. His mom would never let him own a car like this. As he climbed out of the car to go break the news to Mr. Loe, he looked over it one more time.

Then again, maybe she doesn't have to know.