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Stevens dad made him get a job at the car shop and lets just say it's not his cup of tea.

Izzy x Steven

*Stevens POV*
   My dad opened the truck door and pulled me out. "Come on kid, you're not sitting around on them damn drums all summer." He pushed me towards the garage. "You'll do just fine, you've liked cars since you where a kid." "Yeah but I don't know how to fix them." "Don't worry there's a boy named Izzy that will teach ya. He's only a few years older then you." I rolled my eyes. We walked into the car shop and was greeted by my dads boss. "Hey Alder, this your son?" "Yup, hopefully he can learn a few things being out of the house." He pointed over the a door. "Izzy's in there welding on a car, go say say hi." My dad shoved me away from and walked away with Kent, his boss.

  I opened the door and Izzy was sitting on the floor surrounded by metal and welding gear. He looked up at me. "You must be Adlers kid, Stevie right?" I nodded, why did I nod thats not my name. "Well Stevie, know anything about cars?" "Yeah but I don't know how to do any of that hands on stuff." "Well I have all the shit to weld together, I could teach ya. Its not that hard, just gotta know what you're doing."  He stood up a dug though a cabinet until he pulled out a second welding helmet. He handed it to me then watched me struggle put it on. He pulled a hair tie off his wrist and stepped close to me. He reached behind me and tied my hair back. Then loosed the helmet, slipped it on, then tightened it. "Ready to start." I looked around nervously, "Yeah I think."

Izzy sat around and taught me all day. My dad walked in and stood there looking around. "Can't do anything hands on huh." He chuckled and slipped on his jacket. "Come on kid time to go, we gotta go eat dinner. Besides you need sleep, we gotta be back around six tomorrow." I nodded and said goodbye to Izzy.

—A month later—

I went to go weld something and jumped back shaking my hand. "Fuck, fuck, holy shit that hurt." There was a huge burn spot on my glove. I pulled my glove off and held my hand up to look at it. There was a giant dark red spot on the palm of my hand. Izzy walked over to me and grabbed my hand. "Thats gonna fucking be hell in a few hours. Come on lets go put burn cream on it." He grabbed my sleeve and dragged me to the break room. He held my hand under the sink. He used a towel to wipe my hand dry and I winced. "Ouch that fucking hurts." Tears dripped from my eyes. He reached up on the shelf and pulled down a first aid kit. He opened a packet of burn cream and put it on my hand. I gasped and pulled my hand away. "Stevie you need to stay still hun." I put my hand back out and he spread the cream on the palm of my hand.

He then pulled out bandages and wrapped them around my hand. He went into the freezer and pulled out and ice pack, handing it to me. He grabbed my hand and kissed the bandages. "I think your work is done today hun." "Yeah probably, my hands really hurts." He reached up and wiped the tears of my face. "Its going to for awhile, trust me, i've done it a few times." "Go sit on the couch, i'll be right back." He walked out and came back like ten minutes later with a case of beer.

He sat down next to me, opened the box, and tried handing me one. "I'm only nineteen." He shrugged and pushed it towards me again. "I've been drinking since I was fifteen." I looked around. "My dad will kill me." He shook his head and chuckled. "I asked your dad and he said I should. It will get your mind off your hand." He handed me a bottle opener after opening his. "By the way, the rest of the guys are going out to the sports bar for a few hours." "Why didn't you go?" "I don't wanna deal with drunk adults and sports. Besides i'd rather sit here with you." I smiled, thats when I sorta realized I kinda liked this boy. As a friend, definitely. Romantically, I don't know.

—A few hours later—

I giggled and scooted up to Izzy. We found a case of movies and just started watching them on the small shitty tv in the break room. "My heads spinning." Izzy laughed and grabbed my head. He looked over at the table then over at me. "You've had like 10 drinks, I better stay the night with you to take care of you." "I'm sure my dad won't care." "He'd make me sleep on the couch." I put my hands over his hands that where on my face. "Nooo, you can sleep in my bed." He chuckled then quieted down to look at me. We both starred at each other for a second. "Your face is really pretty." I was speechless, maybe I did like him romantically. "Your lips are pretty." He smiled and pulled me in to kiss him.

My brain went fuzzy again but this time it wasn't the alcohol. He ran his hands down my back and grabbed my ass. Then pulled me close to him then onto his lap. He reached up and grabbed my face again. His mouth moved from mine, onto my neck. I gasped and grabbed onto the front of his shirt. He pulled back and giggled. "Your dad is gonna kill me." "You better not have." He poked at two different spot on my lower neck. "They're not that big, just a little dark." He pulled his sweatshirt off and handed it to me. "This should help cover them." He grabbed me and kissed me again. I pushed him back before coughing. "Sorry, I think the alcohol is trying to leave my body." "Go write down we're leaving on a paper and tape it to the door. I'll drive you home." I nodded and got up to go look for paper.

—xx—

We made it to my house and laid my head on Izzys shoulder. "Can you stay the night. My dad wouldn't care." "If you really want me too." I nodded and looked up at him. "Then I guess I can stay." I smiled and he kissed my forehead. He got out of the truck and came around to open the door. He held his arms out. "You can't walk in a straight line. Let me carry you, I don't want you falling and hurting yourself." I nodded and crawled into his arms. I handed him my house keys and he opened the door. "Wheres your room Stevie?" "The door covered in Black Sabbath posters." "Alright." He opened the door, set me down, then shut it. He squatted down and pulled off my boots. "My stomach hurts." "It's going to Stevie, you drank a lot. Just lay down and try to sleep." "Can you sleep with me?" He nodded and kicked off his boots. He crawled over me and pulled me close to him. He kissed my forehead and I smiled. Maybe I need to get drunk with Izzy more often.

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