Dirt Boy

Dirt Farm Visit

Your P.o.V

Trevor and I finally got to his house after running up most of the driveway. Panting, I look around at the house no one dare go near. Scrap cars lay abandoned, junk scattered around the place. The main house itself is dirty and almost rotten on the outside. I feel bad for Trevor and his family for having to live in in while it's in this state. The barn next to it looks no better, and 'DIRT' is written on the side in yellow paint. He walks inside, gesturing for me to follow him in.

"It's not much but it's all we can afford for now," he puts his stuff down on a table and we walk further into the house. It's not that scary, considering the reputation it has. "I'm gonna get changed into something that can get dirty, do you want something or..." he trails off nervously. Looking down at my work uniform, I decide that maybe I should wear something over them if we're looking at old cars.

"If you have a spare hoodie or something that would be fine." He nods and before he can head up the stairs, his mom walks in.

"Oh hey honey I didn't know you were home. Uh hi, are you Trevor's friend?" She smiles at me and looks over at Trevor confused. I laugh at the fact it's clearly weird he brought a girl home and I introduce myself to her.

"I'm (Y/n), I work with him. I came by to look at the cars you guys have." His mom nods and asks if I want anything to eat or drink, even though there isn't much. "I'm fine thank you,"

"Ok well I'm Callie and if you need anything just ask alright? Have fun kiddos, don't get hurt or do anything illegal!" She walks into what I think is the living room and grabs a magazine and drink. I like this woman already. Quickly, I run after Trevor as he makes his way up the stairs. He leads me to his room, but stops me before we walk in.

"Uh, just know that you are the first and probably only person, especially around my age, to enter my room that isn't related so..." he nervously shifts about and I can tell he's embarrassed.

"Dirt boy, believe me I couldn't care less. As long as there aren't crispy socks, I'm sure it's fine." I open the door and walk inside. It's literally a normal room with a few car posters and clothes thrown around. Ah yes and the teenage boy funk that they all seem to have, although it's not that bad. Trevor walks in after me and grabs some overalls. He gets into before we leave and find one for me.

Time skip

Now that we're inside the barn, I can't help but get a little nervous. When you grow up with everyone around you spreading rumours about this place, you tend to get a bit jittery. In the middle is a large car covered by a massive sheet, like it's being hidden. We shove the front of the tarp over the roof to expose the bonnet. He lifts the bonnet and then Trevor looks through a tool kit and I find something in another that I think might be useful. Handing Trevor the socket wrench, we look at the engine. He does something inside and slams the hood down. A part of the car falls off immediately. "What a shitbox." A part of me agrees with him but something seems familiar about this car.

After removing the tarp, we both realise what kind of car this is. "Holy shit! It's a 1959 Cadillac Miller-Meteor!" Trevor looks over at me, an impressed and surprised expression on his face. My cheeks heat up as I quickly explain how the fuck I knew that. "L-listen, my dad always talked about getting one while I grew up so naturally it's the only car I know about," for once it seems I'm the nervous one, and Trevor stands there with a huge grin.

"Well I guess we better test your knowledge then," he opens the door and gently pushes me into the drivers seat. I try to start the car but nothing happens. We stay there, anxiously waiting to see how much fixing this pile of crap needs.

Ten minutes go by and it's clear we are going to be spending a lot of time on the car. That's my summer planned out I guess, not that I'm complaining.