While driving I was in my own little world,not paying attention anything. Loving the way the wind blew in my long,dark arburn hair. The sun shining on my light blue eyes. The warm glow on my light tanish skin. My full pink lips spread into a soft smile. I was in a daze, but that was ruin by Sam. "No,no,no,no,no Dad. Oh you got to be kidding me."said Sam in excitement I looked at dad as he laughed. I knew that laugh anywhere,that 'yeah I'm kidding' laugh. "See? I am. You're not getting a Porche."he said still laughing. I rolled my eyes *Figures* I thought sourly. Suddenly he pulled up at a crappy looking car lot. Oh. My God. He's buying us a trash can for a car. We might as well go to the dump and get one for free. Getting out of the car along with Sam and my dad (right now he doesn't deserve that title). Just looking around at the cars, I just wanted to throw a huge temper tantrum right now. What is my dad thinking? "Gentlemen."I heared a voice say. Uh excuse me last time I checked I had girl parts. It was a dark skin man walking up to us. "Bobby Balivia like the country except without the runs."he said laughing. Really? "How can I help you?"he asked. My dad pulled Sam and I next to him, "Well my children here are looking to buy their first car."dad said with a smile. If I didn't love him I would have knocked his teeth out. "You come to see me.?"Bobby asked surprised. Aren't we all surprised today. "We had to." Sam and I mumbled. "Well that pratically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B baby. Uncle Bobby B."he said shaking hands with Sam. 'Uncle Bobby B' wrapped an arm around Sam's shoulders as I spotted a car. Walking over to it, I placed my hand on the hood. It was a old yellow Camero with black racing stripes. "Wow." I breathe out, the paint job was faded, but hey it was the best looking car in the lot. Opening the door I slide into the driver seat. The inside wasn't looking bad either, and the seats were quit comfortable. Running my hands over the steering wheel I could've sore that this car, right here, that I'm in just shivered or shook. Dismissing the thought,I told Sam to get in the car. He got in the passenger seat. "How about this one Sam?" I asked. "Yeah it feels good."he replied. Rubbling my thumb over the horn, there was this strange symbol, like a face...or erm a robot face maybe. I dont know. Apparently Sam noticed it to as he leaned over to look. "What do you think it is?"I asked, "I don't know maybe a new design."he replied. Really? A new design this is a old car. "Kids come on get out. Get out of the car." demanded Bobby. "No,no,no. You said that cars pick their drivers."stated Sam." Well, sometimes they pick their drivers with a cheap ass father out the car.". Sam hesitated but got out of the car, I on the other hand didn't want to. "Come on sweetheart get out." said dad. "But Dad, I really like this car. It's like it's meant for me and Sam." I said with a pout. " I sorry sweety, but this car costs to much. Now come on there are more cars to look at."he said. Pouting somemore I gave in and got out. As I closed the door the passenger door swung open and hit the car beside it with Bobby in it. "MELISSA!" shouted dad and Sam, "I swear I didn't do it. I didn't even slam the door." I said. Suddenly out of nowhere there was this loud 'Beep" and all the car windows burst,glass was flying everywhere. Something told me to burry my head in the yellow sports car. Like it was going to protect me. Once all the glasses were done flying, we looked around. All the car windows were busted except the old Camero. I watched Bobby look around in horror. Turning around he held up four fingers and said...4000. Yay we finally have a car, and of cource Sam drove home. "Hey Sam?""Yeah?""Do you plan on taking the car somewhere tomorrow?"I asked running a finger on the door. "Maybe,why?" he asked glacing at me. "I think Babyboy needs a bath."I said looking at Sam. "Babyboy? What the heck Melissa."he said giving me a weird look. "What?"I asked confused, "You just named our car Babyboy.""There's nothing wrong with naming cars."I said looking out the window. I heared him mumble something like 'weird people'. "Speak for yourself Sam."I said with annoyance. We made it home safety, thank you Jesus. Sam went in the house to do only God knows what. Me,Myself and I changed into a black bikini top and dark grey booty shorts. Going outside I filled a large bucket with soapy water, and dumped the sponge in it. Grabbing the damp sponge,I began my work, sometimes when I wash certain parts. I promise you that this car was vibrating. Ignoring it,I went over the hood using elbow grease, trying to get some of those stains out."Oh yeah go lower."said a the voice, I let out a short scream. Where the hell did that come from? Looking around, I didn't see anyone. I know I'm not crazy...right? Taking a deep breath, I finished washing the car. Stepping back a little I examine my work. "Well at least your not dirty anymore. I hate that your color is faded in some areas. So I did my best."I said to the car. As I walked back to the house I heared a distant voice say, "Thanks Babygirl.". Thinking nothing of it I did my daily routine...well evening routine and went to bed.