"So, how is it that you were able to win?" I hear a lady on TV speak, these interviews are always so boring. A man's voice started speaking, he sounded feminine to be completely fair, so I'm not too sure if it was a man or woman.
"Well I won, because... I'm obviously awesome" God I hate people like this person, so selfish.
The fact they only talk about, well, themselves. It's, just, selfish. I hated it. Whenever they came on screen it was just, all about, themselves. They don't mention others who I'm sure help them out.
I didn't like it, nor did I like hearing them. So I diverted my attention back to what I was doing; fixing an Engine belonging to a pretty fast car, hoping I wouldn't get burned (again) I slid out from under it, and sat down at a little table.
looking back up at the TV screen for a moment, I wiped oil off of my face, and looked towards the door, I heard a slight creaking as if it was opening but thought nothing of it.
This person, the one on the TV is the owner of the car. I heard the door creaking again, and quickly pulled my mask down, the mask that protects my face from the oil and sparks. which I tend not to wear unless someone's around.
But, someone walked into the garage, so again, I pulled it down, (it helps hide a big scar on the side of my face as well.) I pretended not to notice them until I heard the voice.
Bomb's Pov:
I was just finished with an interview, and I was hoping to go check out my super awesome car. I peaked through the garages open door and saw a person working on my car
These people take such a long time. I rolled my eyes like the beautiful sassy person I am and walk inside. "Hellooooo~?" I called out, ugh, this person didn't even answer me. How rude.
I tapped the man on the shoulder, holy shit he was tall. He had flowing long black hair, but it wasn't as pretty and wild as my pink and blonde hair. "Are you just going to stare? Or do you have another interview to be at" he asked me dryly, which was unasked for. That's not way to treat someone superior to you.
"I just wanted to know if you were almost finished" I asked bitterly, already fed up with this guy, people should get nightmares about disrespecting me. "Well, these things take time. I'm sure you racers wouldn't understand. For you guys, it's just- gotta go fast, right." He scoffed, he finished what he was doing and left without a word.
What a jerkwad, didn't even greet me fair well. Hmph.
Amir POV;
What a fucking jerk. I dislike him already, and he was so. Fucking. Bright. It hurt my eyes worst than the incident did. (Haha I'm funny right.) he looked like a highlighter on steroids. But, In a way, he looked cool.
Whatever, I need to get extra parts. This is bullshit. Out of all the cars I get, I get the highlighters. He dressed nicely, I mean it would be better if it were duller colors, Y'know? But back to what I was explaining before. Jesus, He's a self absorbed asshole, he treats everyone like he's superior when in reality he's just like the rest of us.
I walk back into the garage with the spare parts, casually walking past him and basically ignoring his existence. I slid back under the car and realized I couldn't reach my wrench. Fuck. I slid back out and grabbed it,then slid back under as he began talking. Isn't this great.
Bomb's pov:
I waited patiently for the mechanic to get back, only so I could brag to him about how I was awesome out there.
He walked back over to the car with some random junk in his hands, I got ready to say something to him, but he rudely ignored me and went back to doing his job!
"When will my car be finished....?" I whined, getting impatient. "I don't know. Maybe if you left it wouldn't take as long" he replied, how dare he insist on me leaving?!
"That's not an answer" I grumbled, getting irritated by this insignificant mechanic. "Maybe, just maybe, if you actually tried to keep your car in one piece, you wouldn't have to wait. At all." He responded angrily. I don't like this guy. He kinda sucks.
I just huffed and went outside to wait. I didn't know garage-dwellers were so rude. I rolled my eyes and leaned against the wall, crossing my arms. It was kinda chilly- and wearing Shorts, Fishnets, and a sleeveless tank top isnt the most warming choice of clothing...
Amir's POV;
God. He couldn't shut the fuck up, did he really need to whine that much? It's annoying. I'm trying to fix your car the least you could fucking do is leave me to it, right?
I slid out from under the car and walked outside to where the other parts I needed were, I noticed him shivering. Karma. Hah. Anyway, I walked over, grabbed a rather large part and threw it over my shoulder,making my way back to the garage before he fucking. tripped. Me.
"what the fuck, IS WRONG WITH YOU." I yelled, genuinely not meaning to snap at him, I was just annoyed from all the shit I had to deal with today. I stumbled forward,almost dropping the part, but I caught it with my leg, then I bent down and picked it up.
"I genuinely don't know what the fuck your problem is but you need to quit it if you want me to fix your car, you highlighter asshole." I snarled at him, then walked back inside to continue my work. Isn't it just swell dealing with him.
Bomb's pov:
How could he talk like that to me- plus I didn't even trip him! It's his fault for leaving random shit on the ground! I eyed the piece of metal in front of the door and picked it up- maybe he needed it? The metal was quite heavy, but I managed to drag it into the garage.
For some reason I felt nervous- this guy already snapped at me.. no wait who am I kidding, why am I nervous. I can't be anxious over some underling.
"Yo" I started to greet the man. Instead he just turned his head, "you have some fucking nerve to walk back in here after tripping me you fucking eyestrain." He growled. Jeez this guy sucks, "well actually- you tripped over this" I spoke, holding up the metal in my hand, "so don't go blaming me for anything. I was just wonderin' if you needed this part for anything" I asked, placing the metal on his workbench
"Well if you don't need it I'll get goin', I have work to do" I groaned, I completely forgot I was famous and had to sign shit. Ugh. What a nuisance. I left the garage and went straight to my trailer, never hearing from the garage-dweller ever again.
-The end-
Just kidding, but I still didn't hear from him until the next day :)
