Fox Class?

Chapter 22

WRITER'S NOTE: hello! so sorry again for a late upload. i didn't have my laptop with me last night. i do upload weekly and it's usually on a friday night, but it may end up getting uploaded on a saturday. i'll try my best to keep it to a friday.

- cehilmot

ALLURO:

The questions just keep spilling from Vincent's mouth. I'm tired of hearing them.

"Okay, okay last one. I promise." He laughs, "If you have one day to do whatever you wanted to do and with anyone what would you do and who with?"

"You said that you wouldn't ask another question like that." I remind him.

"Yeah, yeah. Just answer it and I will shut up." He replies with a smile.

"Vincent! The whole workshop can hear you. I bet you Connor can hear you if he wants." Osiris calls out in the same volume as Vincent, "Alluro needs her hearing so she can piss Connor off when racing."

"Sorry." He calls out apologetically with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah kid. Whatever, if you want to chew someone's ear off, go see Connor."

"So, what would you do and with who?" He whispers loudly with a cheeky grin plastered to his face.

I stop working on the engine and look up to meet his eyes. He looks so happy and cheeky. It's in his nature, but does he have to show it? I mean, he's probably comfortable in this place, I would be to if I wanted to, but I'm not. His eyes are full of happiness and light. It matches his scent. A sunny day with lots of light and happiness. Yellow. A golden yellow sunflower. Happy. Free. There's not one thing that's wrong with him. There are, but in his face and eyes...there's nothing. Not any pain or any sadness. Just pure happiness. The clothes are great on him too. They fit well and the colours go well with his hair colour and eyes and his persona.

"I would race Connor." I say looking away.

"Are you serious about that, Alluro?" Connor challenges.

"Hell, yes I'm up to it. Be ready to feel the pain of cleaning up this whole workshop from top to bottom the way Osiris likes it."

"Fine. If I win, I get to take you out."

"Take me where?" I say pretending to be seductive.

"Somewhere only we know." He responds in the same tone.

One of the mechanics wolf-whistles, "It's getting steamy in here. Someone call the fireman; I'm dying from the heat and I think I need a little water from the fireman's–"

"That's enough, Randy," Osiris demands, "you cannot add to the kids' conversation. You're an adult Randy. You know what your name means. So, stay out of it otherwise it will get real bad between you and them. Trust me. I've seen both Connor and Alluro pissed. It ain't pretty to see."

"What on earth are you talking about? My name is so cool. I don't know why you don't use a proper dictionary." He defends.

"What does his name mean?" A voice in my head says.

I snap my head around to see where it came from.

Everything okay? Alluro?

It sounds so familiar. My eyes land on Vincent who cocks his head to the side.

Are you okay?

It was him. I nod.

"Oi, Randy. We did. Your name means lustful. Horny. Sexually aroused. Ours have much nicer meanings. Osiris is an Egyptian god. Mine means lover of wolves. I don't know about Alluro's but Vincent derives from Vincentius, Latin. Anyways he is meant to conquer. Ro, you ready to drive?"