Sam's New Car

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Sam's New Car

My first week in Nevada has been good...in a I can't complain sort of way. Schools good, and I've managed to keep my A and B grade average. Sam and I have spent a lot of time at the others house, although it's more me being at his house. I love his mom. She's very funny, loving, and inviting. Every time I come over she's baked something.

Sam's dad is a character too. Two things I've learned about him is that he loves his yard and he's cheap. He's always working in his yard, along with Judy. Although I think she'd rather hire a professional. He's a cool guy nonetheless. I've also gotten to meet the family pet; a chihuahua named Mojo. He's small, adorable, and he has the coolest collar ever. Much to the displeasure of Sam.

This week Sam and I have been working on our genealogy reports. I'm doing mine on Edgar Allen Poe, we're more related to his brother but there's still a relation. Sam is doing his on his great great grandfather, Captain Archibald Witwicky. It's very interesting really.

Today is Friday which means our reports are due. It's also the day that Sam gets a car, if he gets all his A's. Mom took me to school with her but Sam asked if I could go with him to get a car. He said he wanted a girls opinion. So, I'll be riding with Sam and his dad after school. Moms more than happy that I'm getting a social life. She's been hoping I'll make a girlfriend to so end girl time with.

Currently I'm in History class, having just presented my report. No one booed or threw tomatoes so I'm guessing I did good. The teacher even gave me an A so I'm happy. Sam's turn is up it give his report. He walks up to the front with his backpack and dumps his grandfathers tools and possessions onto the table. "Sorry I got a lot of stuff." Sam says.

Once his stuff is displayed he says,"For my family gen-"

His interrupted by a spitball hitting his neck...and it doesn't take a genius to figure out who did it. The teacher stands as he asks,"Who did that? People...responsibility." He points his finger at the room before sitting back down. Sam is then signaled to continue.

"Um... So, for for my genealogy report I decided to do it on my great great grandfather, Captain Archibald Witwicky, whose was a famous man. He was a very famous explorer. Infact he was one of the first to explore the Arctic Circle." He says while holding up a map. "Which is a big deal. In 1897, he took fourty-one brave sailors straight into the Arctic shelf...so that's the story right?" He puts the map down.

"And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by 19 century seamen." He says holding up some equipment. His usage of the word seamen gets a laugh out of the class.

Our teacher holds up a red sign that reads "quiet."

Sam holds up another item. "This here's the quadrant, which you can get for eighty bucks-it's all for sale by the way." He holds up another. "Like the sextant here. Fifty dollars for this which is a bargain."

He then holds up the glasses. "These are pretty cool. My grandfathers glasses. I haven't quite gotten them appraised yet but they've seen many cool things."

"Are you going to sell me his liver?" Teacher asks sarcastically. "Mr. Witwicky this isn't show and sell. This is the 11th grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud of-"

"I know I'm sorry." Sam interrupts. "This is all going towards my car fund. You can tell your folks it's on Ebay. Pen pal. Cold hard cash works too and the compass makes a great gift for Columbus Day."

"Sam." Teacher warns.

"Sorry." Sam says while picking up old newspaper clippings. "Unfortunately my great great grandfather, the genius that he was, winded up going blind and crazy in a psycho ward. Drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about some giant ice man he thought he discovered."

The bell then rings. Time to go.

We all start gathering our stuff.

"Ok might be a pop quiz tomorrow might not. Sleep in fear tonight." Teach warns.

I hear Sam try to bargain either the classmates as they leave, but the teacher pulls him aside to tell him his grade. I wait by the door for him.

"Pretty good right?" Sam asks teach.

"Uhh I'd say a solid B-." Teach replies.

Sam deflates as he asks,"A B-"

"You were hocking your great grandfathers crap in my classroom." He adds.

"What? Kids enjoy-look can you do me a favor? Can you look out the window for a second? At my father? He's the guy in the green car. " Sam says while pointing to his dad. "Ok I want to tell you about a dream, a boys dream, and a mans promise to that boy. He looked at me in the eye and he said son I'm gonna buy you a car. But I want you to bring me 2,000 dollars and three A's. Ok? I got the 2,000 and the two A's."

He puts his hands together saying,"Here's the dream...your B-." He pulls his hands apart making a pffff sound. "Dream gone. Kaput. Sir, just ask yourself...what would Jesus do?"

I almost laugh at that but the teacher raises the grade to an A-. He writes it on his paper. Sam thanks him and walks to the door where I'm waiting on him. We walk towards the exit as he says,"Yes! Yes! I did it!"

"Congratulations Sam...but I can't believe you pulled the whole WWJD bit." I laugh.

"Hey it worked didn't it? Now, let's go get me a car!" He replies and runs the rest of the way.

I run to catch up. We soon make it outside and to his dad's car. He throws his backpack in the back as he scrambles inside. As for me I get in like a normal human being. "Yes!" Sam exclaims.

"So?" Ron asks.

"A-. It's an a though." Sam says while waving the paper in his dad's face.

"Wait wait wait wait I can't see it." Ron says while stilling the paper to look.

"So I'm good?" Sam asks.

"Your good." Ron replies pulling into the road and heading towards town. "So Averie how did you do?"

I smile and say,"I got an A."

"Good job...told ya doing your report on Edgar Allen would be a good idea."

"Thank you for the tip. You were right and apparently people listen to you better when they think your related to a psychopath." I joke.

"Of course they do...always grabs my attention." Ron jokes back.

After fifteen minutes of driving we arrive on the strip with dealerships on both rides of the road. "I got a little surprise girl you son." Ron says while pulling into a Porsche dealership.

"What kind of? No? No no no no dad! You've gotta be kidding me?" Sam asks excited.

Something doesn't seem right. As cheap as Ron is I wouldn't think he would put in the money to buy Sam a Porsche. "I officially hate you Sam." I say jokingly.

"Yeah I am kidding. Your not getting a Porsche." Ron says completely crushing Sam's hopes. He laughs at his expression.

"You think that's funny?" Sam asks.

"Yeah I think it's funny." Ron replies.

"Whats wrong with you?" Sam asks madly.

"Did you really think I'd get you a Porsche? For your first car?" Ron asks.

"I dint want to talk to you for the rest of the thing." Sam mutters.

"I officially like you again Sam." I say still laughing.

"You know what, you either." Sam says.

Ron parks and the three of us walk up to a dumpy looking car dealership. "Here? What is this? You said half a car not half a piece of crap dad." Sam asks aggravated.

"When I was your age I would have been with four wheels and an engine." Ron replies.

"Let me explain something to you. You ever seen forty year old virgin?..that's what this is and this is fifty year old virgin." Sam says while pointing to two cars.

I don't say it but this place doesn't look like it would have anything. "Sam you never know. This place could have a diamond in the ruff." I encourage.

"Take a look around...what do you think?" He asks.

I sigh and roll my eyes...another thing I've learned about Sam is that he's very dramatic.

"Dad do you want me to live that life?" Sam asks his dad.

"No sacrifice no victory." Ron states as Sam mimics at the end.

"Yeah I got it. The old Witwicky motto." Sam says.

A man then walks up saying,"Gentlemen...and lady. Bobby Bolivia, like the country except without the runs." He laughs set his joke. "How can I help ya?"

"Well my son here is looking to buy his first car." Ron says.

"You come to see me?" Bobby asks.

"Had to." Sam replays dryly.

"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B baby. Uncle Bobby B." He says.

"Sam." Says while shaking Bobby's hand.

He then turns to me and asks,"And will the lady be getting a vehicle as well?"

"No I'm just here to make sure Sam gets a good one." I say.

Realizing I'm not a customer he puts his attention back on Sam...rude!

Bobby throws his arm over Sam's shoulder saying,"Let me talk to ya. Sam, your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods. Let me tell you something son. The driver don't pick the car. The car pick the driver. There's a mystical bond between man and machine. Son I'm a lot of things but a liars not one of them. Especially not in front of my mammy." He says pointing to a woman in her front yard. "Hey mammy!"

Then the lady flips him off! Wow!

"Oh don't be like that. If I had a rock I'd bust your head b-." (I don't like to cuss so I'll just be typing the first work and putting dashes for the other letters.) "she deaf." Bobby says to us and then letting out the most obnoxious laugh I've ever heard.

He then goes back to the cars. "Theres more over here.-"

I tune him out as I catch sight of a car. I walk over to it and see that it's an older style Camero. I'd say either sixties or seventies. It's yellow with black racing stripes. The paints faded but it doesn't take away the charm. I run my hand over the hood in awe. I could almost swear I feel the car shiver so I quickly retract my hand. Passing it off as just being an old car I call for Sam,"Sam! Look what I found!"

I open the door to check the interior. I then sit in the seat. "For being an older model your in good condition." I say aloud.

There's static from the radio before Elvis's voice fills the air,"Thank you. Thank you very much." Then silence.

I jump at the radio suddenly turning on. "Apparently you've got a few kinks too, but your still cool."

Sam then appears next to me. "Nice find. I knew it was a good idea to bring you." He says with a grin.

"Always here to help." I reply. "Come on and take a seat. See how it fees." I then scoot over to the passengers seat.

Sam sits in the drivers seat and insects. "Wonder what kind it is."

"It's a Camero. I'm just not sure what year." I answer.

He looks at me in surprise and asks,"You know cars?"

"Not in the mechanical sort of way but rather in the I'm a huge car admirer sort of way. I can't fix them or name parts but I can tell you what kind it is." I reply.

"You just keep getting cooler." He states.

"Aw shucks." I reply jokingly. "So what do you think?"

"Feels good." He answers while rubbing his thumb over the center of the wheel, which rubs off the dirt to reveal a symbol underneath. It looks like a face. I wonder if it was a custom design by the previous owner?

"How much?" Ron asks when he sees we both like it.

"Well. Considering the semi classic nature of the vehicle with the slick wheels and the custom painjob-"

"But the paints faded." Sam points out.

"Yeah but it's custom." Bobby argues.

"It's custom faded?" Sam retorts.

"This is your first car. I wouldn't expect to you to understand...five grand." Bobby tells Sam and then tells Ron the amount.

"No. Not paying over four." Ron replies.

"Alright kids get out of the car." Bobby tells us.

"Wait a minute. You said cars pick their drivers." Sam says angrily.

"Well sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap a- father so get out the car." Bobby states. He then stands next to a bug and says,"Now this one here for four g's is a beauty."

Sam gets out of the car but I stay. "Come on Averie. It doesn't look like I can get it."

"But this is the best one in the whole lot, and it's special. I don't know why but it just is. I can feel it." I argue.

"There's a Fiesta with racing stripes over there." Ron says.

"No I don't want a Fiesta." Sam says. He then shuts the door.

Suddenly the passenger door flys open hitting the car beside me. I jump at the unexpected movement. Both Ron and Sam check to see if I'm okay. "Are you ok? " Ron asks.

"I'm fine Mr. Ron. But I swear I didn't do it." I point out.

"No no no it's alright. I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out... Hey Manny! Get your clown cousin and get some hammers and help bang this stuff out baby!" Then his annoying laugh is back.

I get out of the car and go to follow the guys, not realizing what the radio is doing.

"That ones my favorite. It drove all the way from Alabama." Bobby says about another car.

Suddenly there's a high pitch noise and then all windows of all the cars bust, spraying pieces everywhere. I duck down and place my head in the car, not realizing the door moving closer to me, in a protective manner.

Then the noise stops and we all stand up and inspect the damage...it's bad. Every window is busted...except for the Camaro. "Four thousand." Bobby says. Not that he has much of a choice.

"Averie, are you okay?" Ron and Sam ask.

"Yea I'm fine. Weird huh." I say.

"No kidding...but I got the car." He says with a grin.

All the formalities are done and the keys are already in the car so the only thing left to do is take it. "How would you like to be the first to ride in my car?" Sam asks me.

"Seeing as how I live right next door...yeah!" I exclaim happily.

"Then hop in." He says.

I grab my bag from Ron's car and then sit in Sam's. Then we're off. During the ride we go on and on about how awesome this car is, and how much better it'll be once it's cleaned up. All too soon we pull into Sam's driveway. Sam tells me to not go to school with mom like I usually do so that I can ride with him...I don't put up an argument. After telling Sam bye I walk next door to my house to eat the country fried ham meal mom promised to make.

The next day goes by in a blur. Sam takes us to school, we learn something...maybe, then we go back home. Sam invited me to go with him and Miles to the lake where there is supposedly a party going on. I'm not one for parties but he practically begs me to go so I agree. I quickly change into my jean shorts, grey graphic tank with tattered ends, and my black toms. (Those are a brand of shoe if anyone doesn't know).

I sit in the back, which is pretty comfy, since we're picking up Miles on the way. Once he's picked up we head to the lake. It's about fifteen miles from Sam's so it takes a few minutes to get there. When it's in sight Miles asks,"Dude. Are you sure we're invited to this party? "

"Of course Miles. It's a lake. It's public property." Sam answers.

Sam pulls onto the side of a curb to park. "Oh my ga. Mikaela's here. No weird stuff." We all get out and walk towards the jock block. "I'm good right?" Sam asks Miles.

"Yeah your good." Miles reassures.

Once we're close enough Trent calls out,"Hey bro. That car...it's nice. Hey!"

Miles then decides it would be a good idea to climb the tree next to him...dummy.

Sam looks embarrassed.

"What are you guys doin here?" Trent asks.

"We're here to climb this tree." Sam says nervously.

We look at Miles as Trent says,"I see that. It looks...fun. You know what I thought I recognized you. You tried out for the football team last year right?"

Sam looks sheepish and says,"Oh no no no. That wasn't like a real tryout. I was researching for a book I was writing."

"Oh yea? What's it about? Sucking at sports?" Trent jabs. Stupid jock bully. He gives jocks a bad name.

Sam gives a fake laugh and says,"No it's about the link between brain damage and football...no it's a good book. Your friends would love it. It's got mazes in it, little coloring areas, pop up pictures. It's really fun."

"Oh that's funny." Trent says sarcastically. He isn't happy.

He starts walking towards Sam when I get in front of him and say,"I know why your upset and don't worry it uses really small words so your undeveloped brain can understand."

Trent glares and says,"You keep hanging with losers like these and soon they'll rub off on you."

"The only thing that might rub off on me is your stupidity. I actually think it's been proven now that stupid is a disease. Makes sense, otherwise so many people wouldn't be infected with it would they." I jab.

"Bet ya think your so clever don't ya country bumpkin?" He asks.

"Do you even know what a bumpkin is?" I ask.

He pauses...meaning he doesn't. He then glares and says,"If you want to be a somebody here, you'd better stick it with me...besides, I can always go for another hot girl on my arm." He smirks.

Okay that's it! "For your information I am a someone, and that's Sam's and Miles' friend, And if I thought you were the only thing that gets me somewhere in this city then I'm not aiming very high am I? Also, you don't even deserve the girl whose already on your arm, and who should have already kicked you on your butt." I state in aggravation.

Trent is speechless.

"Speechless? Good. You sound smarter this way." I finish. I then turn around and walk back to the car and climb into the back seat. "That obnoxious pig! I swear I would beat the living snot out of him if I could."

Suddenly the Rocky 'Eye of the Tiger' song comes from the radio. I jump at that but for some reason feel like a wave of calmness washes over me, so I relax. I look up and see Sam and Miles walking back. Miles, without opening the door, slides in head first so his feet are sticking out of the window and then flips to sit in the seat.

"Dude! This isn't a race car, which means the doors actually open." I tell him in aggravation. I mean really!

"Sorry sorry...by the way you are awesome!" He comments.

Before I can comment the radio comes on, only this time it's the song 'Drive' coming through the speakers. "Hey man what's wrong with your radio?" Miles asks.

Sam doesn't answer but instead watches Mikaela walking, whom apparently got tired of Trent's attitude. "I'm gonna drive her home tonight." Sam mutters.

"What? She's an evil jock concubine man. Let her hitch hike." Milo says.

"She lived ten miles from herd it's my only chance. You've got to be understanding here alright. " Sam says.

"Alright we'll put her in the back with Averie and I'll be quite." Miles says.

"Did you just say put her in the back? Miles I'm not putting her in the back. You gotta get out of my car right now." Sam says getting into the car.

"Dude! There's rules!" Miles argues.

"What rules?" Sam asks.

"Bros before hoes." Miles answers.

That better not pertain to females in general.

"Miles I'm asking you to get pug of my car." Sam says.

"You can't do this to me." Miles says upset.

"You gotta get out of my car right now." Sam repeats.

"Wh...what about Averie?" He asks.

"Having another girl here might make her more comfortable so she stays, but you have to get out." Sam says.

Begrudgingly Miles gets out and watches sadly as Sam drives off. He was annoying but has a point. Don't ditch your friends,..but I keep my mouth shut. Sam drives until he's beside her and then slows down. "Mikaela! It's Sam! Witwicky...and my friend Averie. I hope I didn't get ya stranded or anything...you sure?

She doesn't acknowledge him. Rude!

"Listen I was wondering if I could ride you home- I mean give you a ride home in my car to your house." Sam stutters after his blunder...smooth.

I lean foreword to stick my head out the window. "Let us give you a ride. You live too far to walk...not to mention you'll ruin your shoes. " after mentioning the shoes she gets in the car. Girls love shoes...works every time.

"So?" Sam asks trying to start a conversation.

"I can't believe that I'm here right now." Mikaela mutters.

Before I can get onto her for saying such a thing Sam says,"You can duck down if you want. You won't hurt my feelings."

Mikaela immediately looks sorry for making him think that and says, "Oh no! I didn't mean-I didn't mean here with you. I mean her like in this situation. The same situation I'm always in. I don't know I guess I just have a weakness for hot guys with tight abs and really big arms."

"Well uh I put some new additions to the car. Like I just put in that light there." Sam says while flexing his arm. "And that disco ball. The light reflects off the disco ball."

I roll my eyes at his antics.

Mikaela turns to me and asks,"Your Averie right? The new student?"

"Yeah. Sure am. Nice to officially meet you...sorry about your boyfriend." I reply.

"It's fine. You were right. I should choose a boyfriend with an I.Q higher than his shoe size...that was really cool by the way. Anyone ever tell you your very funny?" She asks with a smile.

"Once or twice." I joke. "I hope you realize that you don't have to settle. You deserve better."

"Thanks I'll remember that. Maybe we can hang out? Go to the mall something?" She asks sweetly.

"Sure. Sounds fun." I reply with a smile.

Silence fills the car until Mikaela turns to Sam and asks,"Are you new at school this year too? This your first year?"

"No no. We've been in the the same school since first grade." Sam says.

"Really? Wow." Mikaela asks.

"Yeah long time." Sam mutters.

This is so awkward.

"Well, do we have any classes together?" She asks.

Sam nods and says,"Yeah yeah. Language Arts, Math, Science-"

"Sam. Sam Willkickey." Mikaela exclaims. Butchering his last name.

"Wit-wicky." Sam corrects.

"I'm so sorry. I just didn't recognize you." She apologizes.

"Oh well I mean that's understandable." He says.

Suddenly the car sounds like it's stopping and slows down as "Sexual Healing" is heard from the radio. Finally the car comes to a stop overlooking a beautiful hill valley area. The sun is even setting. Something tells me Sam did this on purpose.

Sam immediately starts to ramble,"Sorry I can't get it to stop-look I wouldn't try this on you-this is like a romantic thing that I'm not trying to do. I'm a friend of yours I'm not a romantic friend. Romantic friends do this. I-I-I-I-I'm not that friend. I mean I could be-."

"Oh I feel good..." The song interrupts from the radio.

"Just pop the hood." Mikaela says while getting out.

Sam kicks the radio muttering,"Shut upshutupshutupshutup." He then pops the hood.

"Hey hey hey! Don't kick it!" I yell at him.

"But this car is messing things up for me." He exclaims.

"No. Your messing this up for you." I reply before getting out of the car. I stand next to Mikaela as she opens the hood...and inside is the most beautiful engine I've ever seen.

"Wow! I can't believe an engine like that was in this car." I gush.

Mikaela laughs and says,"I guess looks can be deceiving." She then turns to Sam and says,"Nice headers. You've got a high rise double pump carburetor. That's...pretty impressive."

"Double pump?" He asks not knowing what that is.

"It squirts in the fuel in so you can go faster." I state without thinking.

Both look at me in awe as Sam asks,"I thought you said you weren't mechanical?"

"I'm not. My dad works in a parts store and that's one of the things I remember him talking about...I still couldn't point out which that is though." I reply.

"That's still impressive though. " Mikaela says. "But it looks like the distributer caps a little loose." She tries to tighten it.

"How'd you know that?" Sam asks.

"My dad. He was a real grease monkey. He taught me all about this. I could take it all apart, clean it, and put it back together." She explains.

"That's weird I just wouldn't peg you for mechanical." Sam says.

"Well I don't really broadcast it. Guys don't like it when you know about cars than they do. Especially not Trent. He hates it." She adds.

"Yea no I'm cool with females working on my engine. I prefer it actually." Sam says. Things get awkward again.

"You wanna fire it up for me?" She asks.

"Oh yea yeah. I was thinking. If Trent's such a jerk why do you hang out with him?" Sam asks while trying but failing to start up the car.

"Mikaela sighs and says,"you know what I'm just gonna walk. Uh good luck with your car." She then starts walking away.

"Alright. Walking healthy right?" Sam asks. He tries getting getting the car going again while muttering.

Suddenly it roars to life with "Baby Come Back" coming through the radio.

Knowing what he's about to do I quickly close the hood and get into the backseat. Sam closes the door yelling,"Hey!" He pulls the car in reverse and then drives towards her. "Hey wait a second!" He stops in front of her and she gets in.

After a while we arrive outside her house. "Well there it is." Sam says.

"I had fun. So...thanks for listening...you you think I'm shallow, huh?" She asks.

"Do I think-no. I think, um, there's a lot more than meets the eye with you." He replies.

"Ok. I'll uh see you at school." She then turns to me and says,"See you at school Averie, and I meant what I said about us hanging out."

"Will do." I reply.

She gives one last bye before getting out if the car and walking to her door.

"That was stupid. That was a stupid line." Sam mutters.

"I've heard worse." I reassure.

Mikaela gives one last wave before walking inside. Seeing that Sam grins as he says,"I love my car." We're then on our way home. We soon arrive and I get out of his car. He gets out too as I say,"Thanks for today Sam...it was interesting. Congratulations again on your car. I really love it." I give the car a pat on the hood, not hearing the low purr. I then walk into my house and tell mom about my day.

Hope y'all liked it! I loved trashing Trent! He's such a loser. Anyway leave a review and tell me what you think. Bye!