IGNITION ❪ vinnie hacker ❫ *DISCONTINUED*

𝒐𝒏𝒆.

AUTHOR'S NOTE !
i would like to give credit to @MysteryMixtapes as within her fanfics, she places gifs within her chapters to better present an image and idea of surroundings and people. i think that's an incredible idea and it's inspired me to do the same!

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ah. another day, another dollar.

"mornin' bunny! didn't think you'd come in today, it's a saturday." my dad piped from the hood of a ford mustang, his head nearly colliding with the metal as he peered to see me. i plastered a tired but happy smile on my lips and rubbed my eyes, "no way in hell i'm gonna miss out on a day handling cars dad, you know me."

i took a gulp of my redbull and walked towards my dad and the troublesome mustang.

"jacob really needs to stop pressing his fat foot so heavy on his clutch..either that or he gets an automatic car." my dad ranted, wiping his hands on the cloth and bowing his head down, gesturing to the engine. "and to top it off, now he has a sputtering engine. he really just needs a new car."

i chuckled, "and yet if jacob didn't come to you with his car crap you wouldn't be in business." he chuckled back flashing a small smile towards me. "i guess you're right sweetheart."

the work phone started to ring, both of our heads snapped towards it. "i'll get it." i said and rushed over, trying not to trip on any tools that were let loose from the tool box on the way. i sat on the office chair and grabbed the phone. "good morning! this is lauv's mechanics how can we help you ?"

"hey! i bought a car awhile back and i need someone to have a check over it ? i can't get it to start...was wondering if you could send out a mechanic to take a look at it ?"

"sure thing. can i have your address please ?"

"it's *address number*. when you get to the gate, ask for vinnie."

"great. thank you. someone will be with you shortly."

"thanks."

the customer hung up and i scribbled the address onto an empty notepad. i ripped it off and went back to my dad who had his radio turned up to almost the highest volume. "hey dad! someone wants you to have a look at their car, it's not startin',"

"my hands are full for the moment ana. did you wanna take it ?" he raised an eyebrow and smiled, knowing the exact answer i would give.

"hell yeah!"

"keys for the truck are on the desk. drive safe bunny!"

i dashed back into the office and grabbed the truck's keys, waving to my dad when i opened the door. the tingle of the bell rang from above it mindlessly, as i opened and closed it. i chugged the rest of my redbull, throwing it effortlessly into the bin. score! i shoved the key into it's lock at the door handle, twisting it and then getting in.

the first thing i do when i start the car is always find the best radio station with the best music. it's almost religious within me now to do it. i flick through until i hear a familiar song play:

"carry on my wayward son,
there'll be peace when you are done,
lay your weary head to rest,
don't you cry no more."

i mentally high-fived myself. the perfect song for the perfect day. i pushed the clutch down and shifted the truck into first gear, i clicked my indicator and merge with the piling traffic. subconsciously my fingers were drumming on the steering wheel from being impatient and the feel good music echoing through the stereos.

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i found myself staring in awe...

of the giant white house that towered in front of me. am i even at the right at address ? my eyes flickered between my scribbled note and the golden address plates on the white painted brick wall. i did about ten takes before i pulled the truck's hand break up and got out of the car.

this place is too big for just one person. people have more money than brains.

"hello ?"

i yelped out of surprise. i must've zoned out. my finger lingered on the speaker i guess i was just too entranced by the mansion. how embarrassing. i cleared my throat "oh uh hi..vinnie called about a car not starting ?"

there was silence on the other side for about a minute or so.

"yeah come through."

the gates squeaked and squealed as they began to open automatically. i couldn't help but to let out a wince as that sharp noise pierced through to my ear drums and made even my teeth ache.

the voice that replied sounded young. i imagined this vinnie guy to be an old man due to the size of his house. i wasted no time getting back into the truck, pushing the hand break down and drove through. i couldn't help but to eagerly sit forward in my seat and admire the large white house as i drove towards it.

the front of the house was quite spacious but a ghost town. my eyes directed towards a boy about my age or older, leant up against the car on his phone, looking like he's filming himself..?

he did movements where his phone went up then down, biting his lip as he pulled the phone closer to his face. his fingers that were laced with rings trailed down his neck so sexually.

what a weirdo.