Amir's POV;
Still feeling a bit bad about yesterday, I pulled my Welders mask down and decided to walk to the eye strains trailer. I started making my way over, picking up things here and there, I got there a few minutes later and knocked on the door.
The little neon gremlin answered.
I sighed in slight annoyance for feeling bad enough to apologize to this self absorbed jerk, so I began to speak.
"Sorry about yesterday. I was a little stressed out with everything I had to do, and you bein a whiney brat didn't help. But, still, I suppose famous people like you couldn't handle the wait." I said, being as genuine as possible, I don't know if it came off as me being a dick though.
"And again, if you want me to fix things you gotta let me. Also, how did your short ass even manage to pick up that piece yesterday? That was like, heavy." I stated, chuckling from underneath the welders mask.
Bomb's pov:
did he just call me short... to my face? What type of apology is this? "Uh, i picked it up.. with my hands" I joked, shooting finger guns at the tall man in front of me. He looked intimidating, but I could totally take him down, I'm fairly strong. "I accept your apology" I mumbled, leaning against my trailer door, we just stood there in an awkward silence
"Is that all?" I asked, trying to hurry the conversation up. Not trying to sound like a jackass and all but I was busy preparing for the next race this afternoon.
Amir's POV;
"Sure is short stuff." I said with a sarcastic smile from underneath the mask. "I'll see you later when you wreck your car again, Eye strain." I gave another sarcastic smile then winked at him, and began making my way back to the garage, picking up a large piece of scrap metal on the way back. Did I mention that him and his car smell like fucking strawberries? How does that even fucking work.
I kept walking, picking up another piece of scrap metal, these could and will come in handy when this lunatic crashes again. I walk back into the garage and started working on another extra piece for a car,the part that seems to always get the most damage is the engine, so I'll make an extra. As weird as that may sound. I major in robotics too, so this'll be easy, like a walk in the park. I heard the garage door opening, is the traffic light back again..?
I turned around, and sure enough, short stuff was back. But with a more... concerned look on his face. Here we go.
Bomb's pov:
I walked into the garage in a hurry, wanting to be anywhere rather than my trailer. I slammed the garage doors shut, an anxious expression glued to my face. So, due to my current situation, I rightfully panicked. I started doing the regular, i shook my hands wildly and paced back and forth, mumbling to myself worridly.
To explain.. my parents are here. Now for anyone else, that woud be a good thing, well it's fucking not. I didn't get ignored by them for 14+ years only for them to come back when I'm at the top. They want my money, they want to know if I have a model girlfriend yet. I don't want any of that, I want none of this, I dont want them here, but I can't call security or else Christmas will be a fucking wreck.
I was dragged from my thought filled mental prison by that guy shaking me by the shoulders. I hadn't even realized I was hyperventalating until the man instructed me to breathe properly.
Hell, what am I doing listening to a lowlife! A lowlife... who is helping me.. Why? I have no clue.
Amir's POV;
I shook the boy in front of me's shoulders, explaining how to calm down.
"Hey, traffic light, calm down. What's going on?" I asked, mildly concerned, my voice cold and monotoned, I keep a pretty straight forward attitude most of the time.
my voice remained stale too, but this time, I was actually worried, the same worry shook my voice slightly. I've been around this guy for awhile and he's never acted like this, so, I asked again.
"You neon fuck. What's going on?" I asked sternly, wanting an answer, I mean I think I deserve one since he's In my garage unannounced.
"Don't worry its fine! We are fine! nothing is going wrong right now! Oh who am i kidding- everythingisgoingterriblerightnowmyparentsarehereandchristmaswilbeterrible" he started hyperventilating again,I told him to take a deep breath.
"OH WHY SHOULD I LISTEN TO YOU, YOU LOW LIFE WELDER, YOU KNOW NOTHING!" He slapped his hand over his own mouth, his face now showing a,"I fucked up." Look, he also looked like he felt.. bad?
"Pardon me, but if your going to be In MY. Fucking garage, you're going to respect me. Now I may not be a "famous race car driver" but I make sure you have a car to even attempt racing." I stated, the worry not leaving my voice as it got even more stern, I picked him up and set him in a chair, not wanting him to get in my way.
"Now speak slower, and tell me what happened."
Bomb's pov:
He asked me to tell him what happend and threw me into a chair- first off, what the fuck? second, why isn't he completely pissed, and why hasnt he kicked me out yet- He's been... decent so far, so i guess I can tell him, just maybe not the whole truth...
"My uh- My parents are out there" I choked out, my voice strained from all the panicking earlier, shit. "It sounds so stupid when I say it aloud." I admitted, folding my arms. A single tear fell down my cheek, was i really crying about this? I'm a grown man for fucks sake! how fucking pathetic. I'm acting pathetic.
I couldn't see the welder's face from under his mask, thats probably a good thing. I don't want to see what expression he has after I told him about this childish bullshit. He wouldn't understand. I really don't want to see my parents though.
If I sit in silence, maybe he'll let me stay, but that's hopeful thinking. As I thought about it more, I started to cry more. I covered my face with my sleeve like a child. Fuck, that's all I am. A child. A child with fame and money. But a child needs friends, and I don't have or need those.
pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. How utterly stupid you look right now Bomb. So.. So... stupid.
Amir's POV;
As much as I hate to admit it, I feel bad for him. Not like, pity. But genuinely feeling horrible, I'm
glad he couldn't see my face.
But, as he started crying more, I paused for a second, letting our past disagreements leave my mind, I placed a hand on his shoulder. Then, out of reflex, I pulled him up into a hug.
Im not good with words, so, this is going to be the best thing I can do at the moment. I know how it feels having really shitty parents. And if my parents just randomly showed up one day I would freak out too,and say some shit I didn't really mean.
I hugged him a bit tighter, being careful not to get any oil, or dirt on him. Because we all know how much he would whine if I did. But even then, he stayed still. Was I doing something wrong? Or was he just upset this "low life" welder was touching him at all. I have a feeling it's that one.
Bomb's pov:
a hug, wow, I'm quite upset that I'm gettng dirty from it. But I stayed completely still as I sobbed harder, soon enough I was shaking again.
my whole body trembled as I soaked this man's uniform in wet tears. I haven't been hugged before, only once or twice from my siblings.
Then again, they trapped me in a corner then hugged me until I puked, but that's fine, thats how hugs are supposed to be I guess. So why was this one so weird? It was gentle, but firm.
Physical touch, it is something that shouldn't be new to me. I feel bad for wasting this low life's time.
I mumbled a quick apology and squirmed out of his arms, it's the best part about being a small person, you can just squeeze your way through things, find loopholes, and lose people in crowds. It's perfect if you dontt want to be seen.
I left to go back to my trailer, lazily drying my eyes and cheeks, now red from crying. But suddenly....,
...I was stopped...?
