IGNITION ❪ vinnie hacker ❫ *DISCONTINUED*

𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆.

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it had been just over a day and i haven't received a message from vinnie. i can't help but to react like a stressed out school girl that admitted their crush to the popular sporty school boy.

maybe he just did it as a joke ?

he's too attractive for some crazy car girl like me..

right ?

right...

i shouldn't be thinking about this. who cares about boys ? who cares about vinnie ?

hm..vinnie...

dammit.

it's like he's embedded a chip into my brain so i could never stop thinking about him and unfortunately for me, today was sunday which meant i had to replace the battery in vinnie'e rx7. it's like the world doesn't want me to forget him so easily.

so, the dead battery wasn't the only problem within this old girl. vinnie handed the keys over to me yesterday before i left so i can check if the battery installation was done correctly. however, it turns out it wasn't the only problem. i started the car for the first time and it was like the steering wheel had a mind of its own.

it was shaking and moved quickly without me even touching it. it was like a ghost possessed it but fortunately for us, we didn't have to call the ghostbusters.

a shaky steering wheel isn't too common but it isn't uncommon either, i don't know how vinnie didn't notice it when he picked the car up from the car graveyard. a problem like this means a couple of things like: underlying problems within suspension components or wheel bearings but sometimes if the steering wheel shakes at higher speeds it means there's something wrong with the car's balance and tires instead.

it's hard to decipher without the car being suspended to have a proper look under it. after i discussed my findings with my dad, without my objection he wanted to be the one being the lead of the operation. he always left risky jobs for himself and not me.

"you're still my baby girl, bunny." that was always his answer when i asked why.

i was perfectly capable, heck i knew how to change a tire (minus my dad's support) when i was seven. i always was at my dad's mechanic shop while my sister was at primary school instead of being at daycare being a normal kid after my mother died. i was two. she was diagnosed with breast cancer, it consumed her whole like a demon possession, it sucked the life from her and unfortunately there was no exorcist to save her or cancer's other victims.

dad used to say that corina was attached to mum at the hip when she was little. and me ? well, isn't it obvious ? i was attached to my dad like a bad smell.

wherever he went my little toddler feet pitter pattered behind him. i would sit with him for hours as he worked on cars and as soon as i could talk and understand the system of asking questions, he taught me everything i know now. besides a little australian thing called TAFE which stands for technical and further education, i got all my certificates working with my dad as soon as i was fourteen. although legally i couldn't get a thing called an 'apprenticeship' until i was sixteen so i was a counter girl for two years prior. that never stopped me though.

i do miss my mum to this day, even dad does. sometimes i still see him with his old wedding ring on, even in his new relationship with my now step mother, grace. i think he's still madly in love with my mum. they were highschool sweat hearts, they were a real life fantasy. he was there with her till the very end. it was true love. it was so pure.