Dirty Drivers

Chapter 3

Gon's POV

"Woah," Killua breathed as he looked at the junkyard from under the tin roof of the work shed, "This place looks small, but it's actually huge."

We walked by stacks of tires, oil cans, and stray tools strung about the yard. Assortments of car parts piled around a rotting, half put up fence. A wet and metallic smell lingered with each step taken. Rusty cars grew weeds and long grass from the pedals and frogs and mosquitoes hung around the over grown grass edges. Mud caked the ground and our shoes kicked up residue with shuffling of my dusty boots and the long strides of Killua's dress shoes. I slopped my shoes through puddles left by the rain and the water splashed up my jeans, earning an amused look from Killua.

It felt strange walking with him. He looks about the same age as me, and I thought he would be intimidating and intense, but from what I can tell he's just an average guy, who just so happens to also be a billionaire.

"I know right, and it's literally a maze inside and out." I said walking past him, turning to reveal the back of the shop. "Follow me, I'll show you some work in progress cars."

I hear Killua's footsteps stop and turn around to see that he was no longer following me. I look around the splintering wood of the fence and notice him walking around my station. The radio still played from earlier and the choppy station glitched in and out from the clouds.

"What's this?" He asked pointing at the black tarp.

"Oh just something I've been working on, It's not finished yet, why don't you wait to see it once-"

I was cut off by the Woosh of the tarp and watched it settle to the muddy puddles.

"-or just look now." I mumbled through clenched teeth. Where are this guy's manners, are you kidding me.

"Damn this car is nice," he admired running his ring covered hand over the hood. "Mind if I?" He questioned looking up at me with shining crystal eyes. I couldn't say no to those eyes. I walked over to him with my arms crossed and nod.

"It's pretty messy in there though, I had an oil spill yesterday in it, and your clothes look so clean. Let me do it." I said reaching for the car and pressing on the hood to start popping it up.

He reached from behind me and grabbed my arm, placing it by my side. He patted my wrist and grazed his fingertips over my lower back, "Thanks for your concern baby but I think I can handle some grease." He said smirking at me revealing glinting jewels on his canines. Wow. That was hot as fuck.

I felt slight heat rise into my cheeks and I had completely lost my words. He unbuttoned his coat and set it on the tool cart, leaving him in a tight white button up. "Oh, I love this song," he said smiling, rolling his sleeves revealing some tattoos and bracelets, cranking up the radio. Did I mention his forearms? The large and muscular forearms? It was like I forgot how to speak, so my eyes followed his every move instead. That man can sure make himself feel at home, not that I'm complaining though.

He turned around and laid on the creeper and shot me a wink before scooting himself under the car humming along to the song, and tinkering with the stomach of the vehicle.

I sat there, flustered still, with my lips pressed into a tight line while Stellar by Incubus played throughout the yard.

It was no surprise how attractive he was in person. I was embarrassed by my little action of opposition towards Killua's movements. He had a real nice body, perfect teeth with jewels, hair, and a deep husky voice. He dresses clean and rich, like new money. There wasn't much of that style here in my old secluded town. I had gotten use to complements and flirting from middle-aged married men, not someone my own age and definitely not someone this attractive. I don't know how to act.