The Perfect Fit

Chapter 1: Calm Before The Storm

I was perfectly happy laying down on my couch. I was comfortable, even though my couch was stiff as hell. I got it from my neighbors a few months ago when they moved out. It was free, so I can't complain. Besides, after a long day at work, even a slab of concrete feels like a cloud. 

Do I even want to go?

It was the summer right after high school graduation. Most people are ready to go to college so they can get an education and have a career.

Not me. 

I was just working and living my life without all that hassle. The same applies to my friend Azalea.

She was picking me up to attend a local car meet. Actually, let me rephrase that. She was dragging me to the meet, because there was no way my introverted self was going alone. The meets were reoccurring every Friday, but I only went if Azalea did. 

I really don't want to go out and be social...but I am bored. Besides, what else was I going to do?

She wasn't picking me up because I didn't have a car. I have a car...just not a cool one. It was a 2008 Honda Fit Sport. I bet you yawned hearing that. Don't be fooled; "Sport" doesn't mean it's a track monster. Over the base model, the Sport had cruise control and extra speakers. I'm sure there are more things, but it didn't add much. I had 109 horsepower and a 5 speed manual, which does make it more fun to drive, I'll admit.

I bet you're wondering why I didn't choose a cooler car. Well...I didn't really choose my Honda Fit. 

It originally belonged to my dad, who was my primary caregiver up until I was 18. My parents divorced when I was young, and my mom went to start a new family. She never reached out, and so I grew up without a mom, but I'm used to it at this point.

My dad did a great job raising me, but he always felt distant, and we never had that father-son connection. And since I'm technically an adult now, my dad doesn't have to take care of me anymore.

When I was about to turn 18, he sat me down and told me all about his dream plan to move overseas to Singapore. Why Singapore? I had no idea, but the way he described it sounded great. He said he wanted to live there for a few years to try out a "new way of life".

Now, you might think I would have begged him to stay because he was the only close family member I had left. But, like I mentioned, we never had that deep, inseparable connection, for whatever reason. So I told him that I would be okay and that we would keep in contact. 

And so, a few months ago, he left for Singapore.

My dad had put my name under the house, so technically, I owned the house and didn't have to pay rent. Sure, there were still bills and bullshit taxes here and there, but I was lucky to have a solid place to live. He made sure that I had a stable job that could keep me afloat, and what really helped? His old Honda Fit that he basically gifted me. 

It's an economy car, but it could be worse, I suppose. And I do get great gas mileage!

I closed my eyes and took the world's shortest nap before I was woken up by the roar of an LS motor. That was the only signal I needed. Who needs to send a "I'm here" text when you have the obnoxious noise of a V8, right?

I groaned as I hopped out of my couch. I slid on my cheap beater shoes and headed out. As if the V8 wasn't obnoxious enough, the massive 7.0 liter LS7 belonged to a bright yellow Corvette. That's right, a yellow Corvette. It was approaching sunset, but the sun was still casting a warm glow to everything as far as the eye could see. The beams from the sun hit her Corvette perfectly, and it really brought out the vibrance of the yellow.