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Summer Days

July was hot.

Every morning I got up along with Happy, was a killer. The air was humid and I couldn't find any source of coolness unless I opened the freezer which after a few times, Happy forbid me to do. He said something about the bill and money but I blocked him out. I wasn't in the mood anymore to fight. As usual when I got up I would head for the shower and use all the cold water we could get. And afterwards I would get dressed in any shorts and tank tops I had that I wouldn't mind getting dirty when I worked.

James taught me about cars. How to run them, repair tiny problems and a few complicated ones, nothing I could learn from a book. He was actually kind of...normal...once I got to know him. He liked the color blue, liked to be in the sun and play sports. He enjoyed eating, obviously but he didn't show it, and he liked cars. He disliked many of the girls at school, I was the only exception of course, and he hated cold winter days.

We worked close together so close that if I still hated him, part of me still did, I would complain each and every day non-stop. But I didn't mind as much anymore.

Ever since the paint hit he gave me, I had been planning my move on him. He was expecting something, after my threats of him to sleep with one open. Surprisingly I knew where he lived. It was a few blocks on the opposite end of where I lived.

"Angel stop hogging the shower!" At that time I was in the shower trying to cool off my 110 degree body with the nice cool water from the shower. "I'm not hogging it!" I shouted over the water. Happy bagged on the door again, "Your not the only one dying in this heat now hurry the fuck up!" Happy was cranky in summer. It was obvious since he got irritated a lot more than usual and kicked me out of his bed a couple times a week. My nightmares were less frequent and I was happy the times I could sleep in my own room without an extra body wrapped around me. He bought an air conditioner for both our rooms only we couldn't use them so much because of the bill.

But he sometimes broke his own rule just to be able to sleep without heat stroke in the middle of the night. I was happy those times too. I took my time again not caring if he was waiting. I got up early for that reason and he wasn't going to ruin it for me.

"Angel I mean it!" I sighed and turned off the water. His yelling at 8 in the morning was killing me. I wrapped a yellow towel around my body and grabbed my clothes off the floor. I didn't use a towel for my head anymore, I liked to feel cooler. I left the bathroom, glaring at Happy as he walked past me into the bathroom.

Just for laughs and to piss him off I yelled, after he closed the door, "Don't be messing around in there! It's a public place for crying out loud!" I chuckled and walked to my room but not without hearing him say, "Shut the fuck up and get dressed."

I pulled on a pair of old light gray shorts and semi gray tank top. I didn't wear white cause of the oil with cars. I learned the lesson the hard way once when I ruined one of my favorite white shirts with oil.

15 minutes later I was dressed and ready for work. Happy was done a long time ago not needing so much time to get ready. We left the house and I rode on his bike all the way to the Auto Shop. James was already there, working on one of his summer projects. The car was a nice dark blue BMW. I was amazed someone could ruin such a good car. He was so into his car that I was able to sneak into the work area. He was humming something to himself and I couldn't hear him.

I looked back at the shelf and glanced at all the equipment he had. A bright idea sprung into my mind and I could finally get my revenge. I grabbed a can of paint off the shelf smirking. But when I knocked something across the shelf I stilled. He never stopped.

I glanced at him, a pair of white head buds in his ears, my smile went wider. I searched high and low for a board and spotted one leaning against the wall. I grabbed it, placed in on top of a small can and placed the can of paint on the opposite side where the board hit the floor. I opened the lid carefully. I was so going to love that.

I found another can of unopened paint and stood, readying th can of paint in my hands. I cleared my throat. "Oh James." I said in a sing-song voice and before he turned I dropped it. His eyes went wide when he saw the paint flying at him.

"What the fuck?" He screamed when he was splattered with blue paint from the top his his lip to the bottom of his shirt. I was proud of myself. "Im going to kill you!" He seethed and I smirked. "Same thing I said to you."

He suddenly went at me and I ran off, he was seriously going to kill me. I laughed when He tripped over a pole and that only helped me run off. I made a run for Gemma's office. The Sons would just encourage us to fight each other and I was in no mood, especially in the heat to do more exercise than I already doing.

And then he jumped at me. His body weight pushed me to the ground and I just about hit my chin if not for my reflexes: my hands were palm down on the ground and I was an inch from the actual ground. I laughed as he did. We were being children, chasing each other around. But it was fun.

"Payback's a bitch!" He yelled and I laughed louder sitting up.

Summer days were fun.