Hello Readers! Thanks: Robodork97, HeartGuardianSol, and 99luftballonsx.o.x for the great reviews! My updating schedule for this story will be two chapters each week. Probably at random days though. If something happens, or my teacher's decided to spring some huge assignment on us, it'll probably be one then. (Hopefully not though.)

Enough about me complaining, here's the next chapter! Hope you like it :).


Chapter Two: Geometric Shapes

The next day, mom dropped me off at Dave's again. It was about 11 in the morning, and I had only woken up an hour ago. I yawned deeply, rubbing my arms. Yep, definitely not a morning person. Mom was right though, a new pile of cars were lined right by the entrance. Although, there were mostly pick-up trucks, which I wasn't really all that interested in. My feet dragged through the dirt road, clouds of dirt coming up and some resting on the heels of my combat boots. Oh well. I was too tired to care. But, I did promise to help Dave clean some of the newer, more appealing cars.

I passed by the grimy, silver car again and couldn't help the small shiver that ran up my body. It still felt like I was being watched. I glanced at the car, it was still. Stoic. Completely unmoving. Why did I get such strange vibes from this car? There was a sound of an old, wooden door opening and I turned in the direction of the small building. Dave stepped out, two large, bulky aprons in one hand and three different paints, a bucket with cleaning supplies and sponges in another. I walked towards him.

"Hey Charlie," He greeted, setting down the paint next to him, before handing me the bulky apron, "Here's so ya won't get your clothes all dirty. We'll be washing, then painting, then buffing and waxing the better cars."

I nodded, throwing the bulky apron over me and tying it at the back before picking up the bucket filled with cleaning supplies. "I'll take the ones over there," I said, pointing to the cars lined against the metal fence on the far side of the junkyard. He nodded, before hauling the other supplies over to the pick-up trucks.

I hauled my bucket, cleaning supplies, rags, paint, wax, and buffing materials over to my designated side, scanning for any worthy enough cars. My eyes immediately landed on the strange silver car, still being eerily silent. I checked the others again, but all of them seemed to look if I'd just touch them, they'd fall apart from the rust. Sighing, I hauled all of my stuff over to the silver car.

"Look, I'll wash you and fix you up...but you got to promise, no weird crap, okay?" I said, setting the supplied down beside me.

I froze. Was I really just talking to a car? Oh, how my social life have gone down the drain. A car? Really? Shaking my head, I plucked away at all the loose twigs, branches, leaves and dead flowers stuck all over the place. What, did this car frolic through a flower field or something?

"You sir, need a clean, thorough wash." I muttered, digging in my pocket for my phone.

Pulling out my phone and earbuds, I began to listen to "Forever" by HAIM. The intro of drums started to play, and I swung my hips to it, before the music came in. I squirted soap all over the sponge before dipping it into the water to let it all soak in. I squeezed it a little, liking the tickling sensation of the suds, cooling my hands on the warm summer morning. I began to sing along to the lyrics.

"Hey you!

Remember me? Remember my love?

Remember trying to stay together?

My time, you took it all

You tried to see

You try to bring yourself up without involving me

It isn't fair, to have your way

To try and get up and go na na na na now can't you see?

It isn't fair, to have your way

But I'm trying to get your attention and you need to know that..."

I began to wash the car, and I could've sworn I felt the car shiver.

"Hey," I said sternly, "What did I say about the weird crap?" The car stayed still again, and I nodded before beginning to wash the dirt and grime away off the hood and to top of the car, humming the chorus along the way. As I washed, and scrubbed the crap off the car, I noticed the front and the headlights. This car was a silver 1987 Corvette Twin Turbo, and it looked in pretty good shape.

I then reached over and began swiping at the top of the Corvette, scrubbing hard at the tougher spots of dried mud and dirt. There was this one spot, towards the back of the top, that just wouldn't leave, no matter how aggressively I scrubbed.

"You think you're so tough, huh spot?" I growled. Not caring that I was challenging a non-sentient piece of dried mud and dirt.

I smirked, "Oh, I've got something for you." I then walk over to the rest of the supplies, as "Safe and Sound" by Capital Cities came on. I picked up a detergent bottle, specially made by my dad, that could get any spot out of anything. I sprayed the spot several times before scrubbing at the top again, satisfied when once the suds cleared that only faded silver paint was left. I soon washed and dried the whole car, letting it sit for a moment, before I began to paint it.

When I stripped the car of it's old faded paint, the car didn't shiver or anything like it did when I washed it. It was probably being on it's best behavior because it was finally getting rid of the old paint. I smiled, before giving it a brighter, more bolder, silver coat of paint, and once I was done, I took a small lunch break, inhaling a grilled cheese sandwich and potato chips before setting to work again.

I buffed out any scratches, which were mostly on the sides, and then proceeded to wax the car. After 2 long hours, of pampering, I took a step back, pausing the music and checked out the car. It looked great! Even if a headlight was still bashed in. I let out a low whistle.

"Wow, I did a pretty good job. You look great." I said, and the car gave a low rumble of approval.

I shrugged it off as another sign of me becoming crazy, before packing up the supplies. I then checked my phone; 1:32 in the afternoon. Mom wouldn't be hear for another 2 hours to pick me up, maybe I could help Dave with waxing some of the trucks or something. He wasn't really the best at mechanics when it came to cars. I glanced at the shining, silver Corvette again. Hmm...maybe, this one could be my car. It's not that bad, even if the wiring is a little faulty.

And that's when I noticed it. Instead of the Corvette symbol on the lower front of the hood, was a small, geometrical lines that came together almost like...a face? I bent down, studying the strange symbol a little more. Yes, it was indeed a face, and it looked a little solemn. Weird. I lifted a finger to the symbol, tracing the 3D ridges and bumps that made up the lines. How could I have not noticed this before? A small, but strange electrifying feeling came off from the car as it shivered again. The feeling of warmth came over me again, mixed with the odd but sensational electricity. I didn't register the car's engine rumbling softly, until I felt the vibrations again, and I pulled my hand away quickly, staring at the strange Corvette. The engine still rumbling. Maybe this car was a little too weird for me.

I sighed, turning around and walking over to Dave who was absolutely struggling at buffing the paint.


"Well," Dave said, putting the supplies back into the cabinet inside the small building, "That should be it. Thanks for all the help Charlie, I appreciate it."

"Don't sweat it." I replied handing him the bulky apron. I was quite surprise how lighter my shoulders and back felt once it was gone. It really weighed a lot. While he put my apron away, I looked out the window at the dormant Corvette.

I didn't even notice Dave as behind me until he started chuckling. Startled, I let out a squeak of surprise. I get scared easily.

"See something ya like?" He asked, nodding his head in the direction of the Corvette.

I crossed my arms, glaring at him. "No."

"Then why are you staring at it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

I sighed, un-crossing my arms, "Well...maybe, a little bit."

He rolled his eyes playfully, "You wanna test it out?"

I glanced at the car again, "Are you sure? It might break down on me."

"Nah," Dave said shaking his head, "I checked this time. That old Corvette and the pick-up trucks have good engines."

I shrugged. Eh, why not? He gave me a toothy smile before leading us both out of the building and back to the junkyard. Surprisingly, the silver car opened up with ease and I warily slid into the front seat. Dave standing right beside the driver's door, bending down to look at me through the window.

"You aren't scared, are ya?" He teased.

"Oh please," I rolled my eyes as he handed me a key and I started the engine. The engine revved smoothly, and I gripped the steering wheel. "I'm always prepared."

"Well, enjoy the ride." He said, before walking away.

Once he was out of sight, I let go of the steering wheel and gave the car a warning look, in response the engine rumbled louder. I sighed, before gripping the steering wheel again and setting the Corvette into drive. My foot only pressed slightly on the gas pedal, and it shot out of the spot with a roar like a lion. I let out a small screech, slamming my foot down on the brakes. Is this car insane? I almost ran into the building! I could hear Dave's faint laughter from somewhere on the right side of me.

"Are you crazy!" I gritted through my teeth, glaring at the dashboard.

The silver Corvette only revved in response.

"Whoa, that engine's nicer than I thought! Let it rip Charlie!" Dave suddenly shouted.

I ignored both Dave's enthusiastic shouts and the eager rumbling from the engine, as I put the car in reverse and backed up carefully. Once the Corvette was a good distance away from the building, I put it back in drive. I must have a death wish. But then the excitement and eagerness from the car and dave rushed through my veins, and I revved the engine myself, before shooting out of the junkyard, a pile of dirt flying up in our path.


I drove, turning on to a road I knew a lot of guys from my high school would ride their dirt bikes on. The path already traced out by the tracks of others. I pressed down a little harder, swerving left and right on the curves, it felt a whole lot like go-kart racing if I may add. The car revving and rumbling in excitement, as I turned another right. I laughed as I felt my long strands of light brown hair whip across my face, dangling behind me. I felt good, alive even. The exhilarating rush of adrenaline running through my veins as my heart thumped in my chest.

"I know you can go faster." I said with a smirk, as I pressed down a little harder, watching as the speed dial tip over to 120.

I made a left turn, laughing as dirt flew up in the air and hitting the grass on the other side. Who knew driving an old Corvette could be this much fun? I was so buying this car! Quirks and everything!

Finally, after a nice 20 minutes of test driving through the dirt bike roads, I decided to test out how good it'll actually work in the town, pulling off the road and turning on to another one that lead into town. This was great! I even turned on the radio station, tuning into one of my favorite radio station. "Alive" By Krewella came on, and I began to sing the words. Once we pulled on to a regular road, I turned down the radio a little more and rolled up the windows a little bit.

I sighed in content. This car seemed like it was made for me. I was now driving my way back to Dave's when I noticed through the rear mirrors, that two completely black cars pulled up behind us. I knew they've been following us because they haven't turned yet, and I was heading out of the town now. Uneasiness replaced the adrenaline , as I made a turn to deliberately try to lose them. Only, they turned too. Crap.

The silver Corvette's engine growled fiercely, and I couldn't care to know why, focused on trying to lose the followers that I didn't notice the car sped up. I was just about to turn on another road, when the wheel didn't work. Rising panic flooded into me as I kept trying and trying to turn the wheel. Nothing was happening, except for the car only speeding up, going straight down the road. Why wasn't the wheel working?! I tried to brakes next. Nothing. The car only increased speed, in fact, it sped up so much that the back of my head slammed into the seat. I groaned, rubbing the tender spot as the cars engine growled again. Oh no, now was totally not the time to become a possessed car! My foot slammed on the brakes, and I tried to gain control of the wheel again but nothing happened. The car barreling down the road, followed by two more strange automobiles.

"Stop!" I shrieked, pounding on the dashboard. Trying to do...well, something to make it stop!

The radio crackled for a moment, "Stop that!" A undoubtedly male voice said over the radio.

I froze. Did the car just...talk to me?

"W-What?" I whimpered.

"I said stop that! Primus, calm down femme." The radio grumbled, it sounded pretty annoyed with me as it sped up again.

Okay. Yep, after this, I am entering myself into an insane asylum.


Haha, I liked that last line. Well, Charlie's gonna finally meet Sideswipe next chapter, that's good. Until next week, please leave a review! :)