Title: Cars
Theme: Intake
Pairing: None
Rating: K+
23. Intake
"Yeah, the intake valve is busted," Tucker sighed, coming up from under the hood. "You've got a lot of problems in your motor, but nothing that'll keep it from running for a while longer. I could probably fix it up for you. I can't do anything about the valve, though. You're going to need a replacement. I could get you one cheap, though."
The blonde smiled. "You'd do that for me?"
"Sure, anything to help." He slammed the lid shut and grinned back. "Really nice car, though. It's a classic."
"1983 Mustang," she said.
"I know. It'll take a specialist to fix, but I know this. I can do it and I won't even charge you for it."
"That'd be great. How can I contact you?"
"Oh, uh, you can-"
"You have a 3-20X Jametrix PDA. We can trade numbers." She pulled out her own and his mouth dropped open. "God, I just feel naked without this on me, you know? I grab this before I grab my pants in the morning."
"Me too," he said, laughing nervously as a blush rose to his face. She swatted at the air like the scene she described would vanished from his mind, and he could focus on her car.
"But cars, you know?" Her hands splayed across the red hood of her car, and she leaned forward. "I love cars. I never met someone who could fix my Mustang before. That's amazing."
"Oh, it's not-"
"So come over tomorrow and clog my intake valve."
"It, uh, it needs to be unclog-"
She grinned, and he noticed just how curvy the girl was. "I meant what I said. Metaphorically, of course."
The boy nearly fainted.
I know nothing of cars, but I researched as best I can. It seems that a messed up intake valve would mess with your car's sensors, but not too much else. So you'd be confused about how much gas is in your car.
Also, the 1983 Mustang exists.
I googled these things, so they must be true.