Note- I only own the plot and Carli
Oh no! Dang it! My baby's busted. Or something. I was jerked a little as my motorcycle shook beneath me; finally I pulled over and jumped off of it. Great! Im stuck in the middle of no where with a busted motorcycle! I desperately wished I had brought something, anything- but I guess it wouldn't have helped because everything I had was with me at this moment. One set of old clothes on my back, a jean jacket, a helmet, a pocket knife and a motorcycle. I didn't even have the license for this thing. I looked around and was relieved to find that a DX station was right there. Perfect. For once in my life something went right. I pushed her over to it. I was extra relieved to see there were no cars. Just some mechanics and a bunch of giggling girls. in a DX.. Ok.. It only took me a minute to find why all the girls were around- a mechanic. A gorgeous mechanic, I mean movie star. I mean beautiful. But I don't bother with boys much. There sorta a waste of time, you know? Especially pretty boys, most of there heads are as hollow as my busted bike. FINALLY somebody noticed I was there. "Earth to Soda, someone's here!" some guy called, walking towards me. He was an average looking guy- tough- with hair is strange little swirls. Hair styles these days. My hair was just beneath shoulder length, I should know, I cut it. It was getting in my face so I put it in a pony tail and grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped it that way. So now it was all jagged. Who cared? Not me. I pulled up the collar on my jean jacket- it was starting to rain. This just isn't my day. "So what seems to be the problem?" The guy asked as his gorgeous friend walked over. I stared at him blankly. He was the mechanic. He was supposed to know. "Ok.. Let's just take a look" he mumbled, obviously annoyed. I cursed him in my mind. Why should he be annoyed? I should be annoyed. in fact.. I am annoyed! "Hey baby, what's your name?" The beautiful one asked. I took my time, looking him over before I spoke. Let him wait. He made me wait. "Carli" I practically mumbled. I haven't talked to anyone in a while. "I'm Soda, and this" he motioned towards the one looking at my bike "is Steve". I wasn't sure if he was expecting me to say something but I wasn't. Finally Steve piped in. "Soda, look at this!" Soda looked at it and whistled. "When was the last time you fixed this thing up?" He asked. And when he did, he looked at me. That meant I should answer. I just shrugged. "You must not like it very much." Steve mumbled. "Fuck you" I said. "Temper, temper." Soda mumbled. Steve was stupid. no. he was horrible! That thing is my baby. My pride and joy. How dare he think I don't like it? I love it. I just could never ride it. Until now. "Well" mumbled Soda "my best bet for you, Carli, would be to get a new bike because this thing isn't worth squat." Ok. That was it. "You two are supposed to be mechanics! Oh no wait, let me guess, some school boys here for a summer job? Figure you could get some chicks? Well my bike is at stake here and if you can't fix it I suggest you go get someone who can!" I said. I added a quick cuss word under my breath. I looked and instantly regretted it. But I couldn't get a new bike. This one is the one that I love. This is the one that's mine. It had sentimental value. Soda looked surprised that I would burst out like that but Steve looked pissed. "Steve's the best mechanic in Oklahoma- if he can't fix it then it isn't fixable." Soda said. "I know it's fixable" I lied. "I can fix this piece of crap, bitch but it's gonna cost you!" Wait a second. money. I didn't have that. no problem. I would think of something. "Fine!" I said. Staring at him. If looks could kill.. "Well, are you going to fix it?!?" I said, losing my temper. "Hold on! Man! It'll take a while! Come back here tomorrow and I'll have at least found all the problems with this piece of trash" Steve said. I didn't say anything. I just ran my hand threw my screwed hair, at the bottom feeling all the uneven parts. What was I going to do? I didn't even have a place to stay! I didn't even know where I was. "Where are we anyways?" "Tulsa, Oklahoma" answered Soda. I would figure something out. So I straitened my jacket and left.
Oh no! Dang it! My baby's busted. Or something. I was jerked a little as my motorcycle shook beneath me; finally I pulled over and jumped off of it. Great! Im stuck in the middle of no where with a busted motorcycle! I desperately wished I had brought something, anything- but I guess it wouldn't have helped because everything I had was with me at this moment. One set of old clothes on my back, a jean jacket, a helmet, a pocket knife and a motorcycle. I didn't even have the license for this thing. I looked around and was relieved to find that a DX station was right there. Perfect. For once in my life something went right. I pushed her over to it. I was extra relieved to see there were no cars. Just some mechanics and a bunch of giggling girls. in a DX.. Ok.. It only took me a minute to find why all the girls were around- a mechanic. A gorgeous mechanic, I mean movie star. I mean beautiful. But I don't bother with boys much. There sorta a waste of time, you know? Especially pretty boys, most of there heads are as hollow as my busted bike. FINALLY somebody noticed I was there. "Earth to Soda, someone's here!" some guy called, walking towards me. He was an average looking guy- tough- with hair is strange little swirls. Hair styles these days. My hair was just beneath shoulder length, I should know, I cut it. It was getting in my face so I put it in a pony tail and grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped it that way. So now it was all jagged. Who cared? Not me. I pulled up the collar on my jean jacket- it was starting to rain. This just isn't my day. "So what seems to be the problem?" The guy asked as his gorgeous friend walked over. I stared at him blankly. He was the mechanic. He was supposed to know. "Ok.. Let's just take a look" he mumbled, obviously annoyed. I cursed him in my mind. Why should he be annoyed? I should be annoyed. in fact.. I am annoyed! "Hey baby, what's your name?" The beautiful one asked. I took my time, looking him over before I spoke. Let him wait. He made me wait. "Carli" I practically mumbled. I haven't talked to anyone in a while. "I'm Soda, and this" he motioned towards the one looking at my bike "is Steve". I wasn't sure if he was expecting me to say something but I wasn't. Finally Steve piped in. "Soda, look at this!" Soda looked at it and whistled. "When was the last time you fixed this thing up?" He asked. And when he did, he looked at me. That meant I should answer. I just shrugged. "You must not like it very much." Steve mumbled. "Fuck you" I said. "Temper, temper." Soda mumbled. Steve was stupid. no. he was horrible! That thing is my baby. My pride and joy. How dare he think I don't like it? I love it. I just could never ride it. Until now. "Well" mumbled Soda "my best bet for you, Carli, would be to get a new bike because this thing isn't worth squat." Ok. That was it. "You two are supposed to be mechanics! Oh no wait, let me guess, some school boys here for a summer job? Figure you could get some chicks? Well my bike is at stake here and if you can't fix it I suggest you go get someone who can!" I said. I added a quick cuss word under my breath. I looked and instantly regretted it. But I couldn't get a new bike. This one is the one that I love. This is the one that's mine. It had sentimental value. Soda looked surprised that I would burst out like that but Steve looked pissed. "Steve's the best mechanic in Oklahoma- if he can't fix it then it isn't fixable." Soda said. "I know it's fixable" I lied. "I can fix this piece of crap, bitch but it's gonna cost you!" Wait a second. money. I didn't have that. no problem. I would think of something. "Fine!" I said. Staring at him. If looks could kill.. "Well, are you going to fix it?!?" I said, losing my temper. "Hold on! Man! It'll take a while! Come back here tomorrow and I'll have at least found all the problems with this piece of trash" Steve said. I didn't say anything. I just ran my hand threw my screwed hair, at the bottom feeling all the uneven parts. What was I going to do? I didn't even have a place to stay! I didn't even know where I was. "Where are we anyways?" "Tulsa, Oklahoma" answered Soda. I would figure something out. So I straitened my jacket and left.
