Chapter 5: The Chevy Twins

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Legend: Thoughts, "Speech", Lyrics.

By reader demand, it has been decided that the Chevy Twins go first! Sorry, Hannah. You'll have to put up with them in this chapter… Thanks to darkpoisonivy, crimsoneyedangel18, Piplup13, KeepingThemAtBay and Golden Eagle 603, Skittles-Obsessed-Wolf-Girl, CrystalShardsOfRain, Autobotgirl2234 and my mystery guest reviewerfor reviewing. Love you all! Read on!

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"He was long gone, when he met me. And I realise, the blame is on me. Cuz I knew you were trouble when you walked in, so shame on me now. Flew me to places I never been; now I'm lying on the cold hard ground."I sang as I filled up the buckets with water. Two down, two in progress, and four left to go. I counted them off on my fingers. Swaying my hips slightly to the tune in my head, I soon heard a very obnoxious song playing.

"It's peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly time."

I whirled around to find the source of the song and see the Chevy Beat and Trax with their windows rolled down, the music on full blast coming from the radios. Shaking my head in annoyance, I mumbled, "Damn glitches. So annoying…" I heard a sound like a tape rewinding before I turned back to the buckets; I was soon tempted to burst into song then and there until I heard the sound of metal against metal.

Spinning on my heel, I saw the two cars slapping doors with each other, as if bitch-slapping each other to the death. Feeling quite irritated, I gave them a stern verbal warning. "If you don't stop fighting, I'm going to wash both of you with ice cold water. This stopped them for a while and I was satisfied for the moment. "I can tell you're looking at me, I know what you see. Any closer and you'll feel the heat. GG. You don't have to pretend that you didn't notice me. Every look will make it hard to breathe. T R X Bring the boys out. Yeah, you know. B-Bring the boys out. We bring the boys out, we bring the boys out. Yeah, bring the boys out!" I sang one of my favourite songs: The Boys; by my favourite girl group, Girls' Generation while pouring the car soap into one of the buckets.

I was interrupted yet again by both cars busy duking it out on each other. That was IT. I was sure smoke was coming out of my ears as I stalked towards them, hands tightening around my wrench threateningly. This time, they were too busy getting even with each other to care about me. Striking twice, I landed a blow on the red Chevy's bonnet before turning and denting the green Chevy's door. This shocked them immensely and they jerked backwards. Satisfied that they weren't fighting anymore, I bent down and picked up the sponge and bucket.

When I stood up, I saw that the twins had retreated a ways away, causing me to have to walk to get to the filthy vehicles. I decided to wash the Chevy Trax first, since it didn't really recoil from me as much as the Beat. Looking at the place I had hit, I ran my hands over the dent apologetically and murmured, "Sorry. I just kinda lost my temper there. It was both your faults though. Forgive me?" The engine revved and I laughed. Double checking the water temperature, I blasted the car with high pressure until the gleaming red began to shine through. Turning it off, I decided to start using the sponge.

"I'm walking fast through the traffic lights, busy street and busy lives. And all we know, is touch and-" When I looked for the bucket to dunk my sponge in, it had disappeared. I soon found it alright. It was toppled over. Since the Trax was within sight the whole time… I stared suspiciously at the Beat before filling up the bucket with water again.

When I went back to the Trax, it didn't flinch, but what it did surprised me. It leaned against me as much as a car could and the engine let off a rumbling purr, resembling a cat. Patting it absently, I was busy forcing my mind to get back to the task at hand. I was smarter this time. I put the bucket in front of my legs or within sight as I finished up washing the Trax. When wiping down the Trax with the liquid, I encountered no difficulties at all. After the ritual drying of car body, I cleaned out the undercarriage. I felt it stiffen in surprise at my touch before melting into it. A squeal of enjoyment came from the car as I poked my head below and looked around for any foreign objects. It was all clear and my work was done.

Suddenly, I sensed someone behind me and quickly tried to straighten up. However, I forgot that my space was rather limited and bonked my head sharply on the metal above me, gaining another squeal from the Trax. I gently pulled out from under the car and rubbed the back of my sore head. "Damn Beat." I swore as I rinsed out the buckets and refilled them again in preparation for the Beat.

As soon as the Chevy Beat saw me walking towards it, it freaked and drove to the other side of the field in a cloud of dust. THIS IS THE FINAL STRAW! I was extremely pissed and tired from the morning's events, not a good combination of feelings. It was close to lunch time and I was determined to finish at least four cars before taking a break. The Beat wasn't making things any easier for me though.

"YOU FUCKING CAR! YOU'D BETTER GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I MELT YOU DOWN TO SCRAP METAL!"

I chased the green Chevy with a vengeance as it tried to get away from my wrath. I continued screaming threats at it as I pursued it. I wouldn't be surprised if the military men Uncle Will had brought over could hear my yells of "Come back and fight me like a man!" and "Surrender before I really take apart your engine piece by piece!" and every single colourful word in my dictionary. Sadly, I knew enough to make an old sailor blush and thanked God that Annabelle wasn't around to hear this. If she picked any of this up, I would have my decapitated head on a pole outside their house and my body fed to either sharks or piranhas, depending on Aunt Sarah's mood. She had an extremely strict code about using cuss words, especially around Annabelle. I shuddered inwardly at the last guy who had accidentally taught Annabelle a bad word. I hope he can still produce children.

Finally, the car had had enough. Spinning to face me in a perfect 180 degree turn, it charged up to me as if it was going to knock me over. I stopped running and stood my ground, too pissed to care if I was killed, seriously injured, maimed and so on. Planting my feet apart, I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him the full power of my "death glare". I could reduce Uncle Will to a whimpering pile of jelly at only half intensity. My glare was a useful skill I had picked up along the ages of eight or nine years old. After many years of practice, I could give a vicious enough glare to make the toughest bully crap his pants then and there, which was why I was never bothered in school. Unfortunately, this meant I was very sought out as a 'friend' for being able to keep bullies at bay.

As expected, the look worked wonders and the green Chevy slowed down to a stop, its frame shaking with fear. I made my voice as low and as dangerous as possible, which wasn't hard since I was this mad and said, "If you ever try to run off again, I will slowly and painfully take you apart and melt each gear and wire down one by one. I want you to shut up, stop moving and let me finish the job I was paid to do. Understood?"

"Sir yes sir!" The radio chirruped.

Smugly, I heaved the buckets over to the Beat and began work. Of course, since it was forced into this, it acted high strung and didn't react at all throughout the washing. I shrugged and said, "Fine. Act as high and mighty as you want, but I still think you deserved being chased around the field." The engine growled lowly in protest and the car body elevated higher. "Oh dear. Did I hurt Princey's pride?" I mocked. I was going to give him a hard time during this wash.

After the washing and wiping down with a couple of sides of snark, courtesy of yours truly, I had to move on to the final part of the routine. "You better not kill me or I swear I'm going to come back to life to kill you myself." I warned as I picked through the bottom of the car. The engine gunned before silencing. I picked up a lot of usual stuff from the undercarriage. "Sticks, leaves, stones, goddamn! Where the hell do you guys go?"

As soon as I cleared it all out, the Chevy Beat sank down on its shocks in obvious relaxation. "Had that crap under you for ages, huh? Too snooty to admit it, aren't you?" I chuckled as the Beat's engine grumbled in an attempt to save its dignity.

"Hannah! Lunch time! Hurry before your Uncle and Annie finish off the food!" Aunt Sarah called from the house.

"I'm coming! Tell Uncle Will that I will personally kill him if he finishes off the peanut butter cookies on his own!" I stood up quickly and dashed into the house, forgetting for a moment the amount of people that had arrived at the house during the morning.

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