Amir's POV;
I walked up behind short shit, I could feel him trembling, then, I just walked past. And into his trailer, Where said parents were.
If them being here is going to interrupt my work, so fucking be it.
And, from there, the yelling started. It started to get physical when the father shoved me. He had the nerve to fucking shove me? Someone who could probably fold him in half like a fucking lawn chair, if he even dared to try me? Ohhh this is about to be good. I ended up shoving him back, the screaming getting louder, in all honesty I was being calm, until he shoved me.
Bomb's pov:
I heard screaming from my trailer, I followed the noise and bursted through the door, "That is quite enough!" I yelled in the monotoned voice i used around my parents. They were pretty wealthy people, so I grew up fancy, I talked fancy, I left to escape that, but thats not the point. "How dare you push another person father, it is quite disrespectful!" I yelled, sounding the most posh I could.
"I wouldn't be talking Odessa. Your... low life, over here, started it." My mom scoffed, glaring at the mechanic who's name i still didn't know. "That doesn't mean anything, Mother" I replied, my voice going bitter near the end. My parents just rolled their eyes, said some... harmful words, and then left. Finally... peace and qui- oh yeah, he's still in my trailer..
"Thank you for standing up to them" I said, not being able to shake off my posh voice, my "normal" voice. I face palmed at the use of my tone and then laughed dryly.
Amir's POV;
"Dont thank me. Also, If you didn't know my name is Amir." I stated, quickly pulling up my welding mask to get a breath of fresh air before pulling it back down. Do you know how hard it is to breathe in that thing after yelling? It's pretty damn hard.
"And I really don't appreciate everyone referring to me as a "low life", rich fucking snobs. Not you, by the way. You're more of a traffic light that whines. But still." I said chuckling, I noticed how his expression changed a bit, it softened up. But only slightly, most would miss it. But I don't, I notice every small detail about a person.
"Amir? Sounds-" he started, I quickly cut him off.
"Don't say something to me you'll regret." I said, the words basically falling off of my tongue as I adjusted my mask, he smiled slightly and leaned against the door frame.
"You're not much fun are you. I can see why you have no f-" he started again, rolling his eyes while speaking until I cut him off once more.
"Look,I just want to get my work done okay. I'm not here for childish games. And second, if you need anything else or if you just need to talk, call me." I slid a paper with my number on it onto a table then began making my way out of the trailer and over to a big piece of metal.
Bomb's pov:
His number, eh? I knew I could get bitches, but I didn't know I could get bitches. I'm really something haha. Alright, but he didn't let me finsih earlier.. "Amir, sounds like a nice name" I whispered, I tucked his number in my pocket and sat at my desk, continuing signing- well, anything really. CDs, shirts, books- I swear im going to die of back pain and writing cramps from this.
It amazes me how the garage-dwellers could handle cars all day, if I get one whiff of burnt oil, I'll physically gag. or maybe thats just a me thing-
I decided it would be best to leave the autographs for later, practice is more important to me. My car is still getting worked on, all beacuse I had to annoy Amir.. Oh well, I have a motorcycle, I'll just have to get some gas..
