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Chapter 1.2

"Manny." The said man turned around, being distracted from his work. "What?" Ron parked his car before ushering his kids out. Sam looked around the place, a look mixed with disgust and annoyance plastered on his face. "Get your cousin out off that damn clown suit!" (Yn) followed the man's gaze, taking note of the man waving around a sign in his clown suit. "He's having a heat stroke again." Sam elbowed his younger sister, before hurrying over to their dad. "Here, no, no, no. What is this." The younger teenager ran up to Ron's side, who was completely ignoring Sam. "You said half a car, not half a piece of crap, Dad." A quick glance around the yard made (Y/n) agree, failing to see the yellow Camaro park itself a bit away from them. "When I was your age, I'd have been happy with four wheels and an engine." "Okay, let me explain something to you, okay?" Sam paused, stopping in front of the older man, placing a hand on his shoulder as he motioned to the car next to him. "Have you ever seen a 40-year-old virgin?" "He's staring at a future one." Sam glared at his twin, who just smiled innocently as their father barked out a laugh before answering Sam's question. "Yeah." He turned his attention back, and mentioned another car. "Okay, that's what this is, and this is 50-year-old virgin." Ron sighed, removing his son's hand off his shoulder as (Y/n) shook her head, a small smile appearing on her face. "You want me- us to live that life?" The older twin wrapped an arm around his younger sister's shoulder, giving her the que to pull her best puppy eyes. Ron looked down at the two, shaking his head. The puppy eyes having no effect whatsoever this time. "No sacrifice, no victory." A groan of annoyance escaped Sam's throat. "Yeah, no victory. You know, I got it. The old Witwicky motto, dad." Ron nodded, satisfied by his answer as he continued to walk towards the owner of the cars.

"Lady and Gentleman." The man who was previously shouting at his friend walked over to the family, reaching his hand out to shake. "Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs." Ron shook his hand, the twins on the other hand shared a look with each other before turning back to the two older men. "How can I help you?" Ron nodded towards the teens. "Well, my kids here are looking for their first shared car." The male turned to them, a smile on his face before he wrapped his arms around both their shoulders. "You come to see me?" (Y/n) narrowed her eyes at the arm wrapped around her shoulder before looking at the salesman with annoyance. "We had to." Sam mumbled, looking confused by what was happening. "That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B." He gently shoved the two teens towards the car, making Ron trail behind them. "Kids, let me talk to you." Sam pointed towards his twin. "(Y/n), Sam." Bobby nodded in acknowledgement before continuing. "Sam, (Y/n), your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods." He finally released the two, gesturing to the cars surrounding them. "Let me tell you something, A driver don't pick the car. The car'll pick the driver." (Y/n) muted him as she walked past the colorful cars, stopping at the camaro that hadn't caught her eye before. "I'm sure you weren't here before." She mumbled before walking to the passenger side. Sam had caught up, walking to the driver side of the car and quietly got in as Bobby was talking about how deaf his mother is. "This ain't bad." He muttered as he studied the car. (Y/n) opened the opposite door and sat down, the discobal and air freshener catching her eyes within a second. "Bee-iotch." A giggle escaped her lips, making Sam look inside the car. but focused his attention on their dad as he came to a halt beside him "This one's got racing stripes." "Yeah." (Y/n) traced her hand over the dashboard. "It is nice, how mu-" Bobby had cut her off before she could finish her sentence. "It got racing... yeah, what's this." He paused, making (Y/n) huff in annoyance. "What the heck is this, I don't know anything about this car." He walked over to the passenger side, glancing inside as Sam took his time to get into the driver's seat. "Manny!' (Y/n) jumped at the volume of his voice, before shooting him a glare. "What is this? This car! Check it out!" The man walked over to the four, shrugging. "I don't know, boss! I've never seen it. That's loco!" Sam traced his hand over the steering wheel, amazed by the quality as the other cars seemed like scrap. "Don't go Ricky Ricardo on me, Manny! Find out!" "Feels good." Sam stated quietly, catching his sister's attention. A glance was all they needed to know they had found their car. "How much?" They asked in unison, startling the salesman and making him look inside the car again. "Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and the custom paint job.." "Yeah, but the paint's faded." Sam was quick to interrupt him. "Yeah, but it's custom." "Custom faded?" (Y/n) questioned, raising an eyebrow at the man beside him. He scoffed and stood back up. "Well, this is your first car. I wouldn't expect you to understand. Five grand."

Ron shook his head, opening the driver's door for Sam to get out. "No, I'm not paying over four. Sorry." (Y/N) her mouth fell open as the man walked away from the car. "Wait, dad we could pay you the rest back next month, right Sam?" "Kids, come on, get out. Get out the car." Bobby ignored the younger girl's protests and opened the door for her. "No, no, no. You said the cars pick their drivers." Sam argued as he turned to the man, staring in disbelief. "Well sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father. Out the car." The boy huffed before getting out, (y/n) just climbed up the passenger seat, turning around to look at the salesman, who stood at the car next to them. "Now this one here for four G's is a beauty." (Y/n) sighed before getting out off the car, closing the passenger door behind her. "There's a Fiesta with racing stripes over there." Ron pointed at the yellow car at the other side of the parking lot, in hopes of making the two change their minds. "No, I don't want a Fiesta with racing stripes, you (Y/n)?" Sam questioned as he got up from the car, glancing at his sister. "No, but dad can't we just pay you back eventually?" She asked again, hoping to convince him. "Nope, This is a classic engine right here." The older man said as he walked the other way. Sam sighed as he got out off the car completely and closed the door. "I sold a car the other day..." As soon as the driver's door closed the passenger door opened. "Gee, holy cow." Ron jumped at the sound as Bobby just sat in the other car. "No, no, no. No worries." The father walked back to the car. "You all right?" (Y/n) glanced at Sam, who just looked at the car Bobby was in. "I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out. Hey, hey, Manny!" He got out off the car, nearly pushing the young woman aside as he looked for his colleague. "Get your clown cousin and get some hammers and come bang this stuff out, baby." He laughed looking between the family and Manny.

The radio turned on, unnoticed by the humans surrounding the car. "... Greater than man." Bobby turned back to the family before pointing to a completely different car. "That one's my favorite, drove all the way from Alabammy." The radio started again only to play a shrieking sound. The humans covered their ears and ducked as the windows of the other cars bursted. Bobby got up, shaking with fear as he looked around his car lot. Ron got up eventually. "Four grand!"

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