Diana, a timid 19-year-old artist, battles severe anxiety while recovering from the aftermath of a toxic relationship. With support from her father, the VP of a biker club, and his close-knit friends, she starts to heal. When she unexpectedly bonds...
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Pour patience over me While my heart slowly breaks Never makin' a sound Even amongst the jagged pieces that always lead to the ground
-Willow
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Tuesday - November 3rd, 1987
DIANA
As I turned off the lights in the garage and grabbed my jacket and bag from my workstation, I couldn't help but feel relieved that the day was over. Sure, being a mechanic wasn't the most glamorous job, but I loved working with cars anyways, so it wasn't too bad. Plus, there was the new added bonus of spending time with Eddie.
He was still only a friend, but I couldn't deny the big, fat crush I had on him — not even to myself anymore. As we worked together for the past two weeks, I often found myself getting lost in the way he looked with his hair tied up, the way his lean muscles flexed under his tight coveralls, and I definitely couldn't forget about the way he'd smile at me whenever he caught me staring. I spent a lot of time wondering if he had any idea of my brewing crush.
The fall weather was in full swing; leaves were falling off the trees and the temperature was starting to get colder day by day. There was a crispness to the air that was both refreshing and slightly ominous, reminding me that the holidays were fast approaching.
The sound of Ben's car tires crunching across the parking lot echoed in the distance as I made my way to the garage door that was left cracked open. Even if it was freezing outside, the shop still managed to feel like a sauna. But sometimes I kept my complaints to myself, hoping that the unbearable heat would result in Eddie taking off the top half of his coveralls. Sure, seeing him in a tight, white tank top distracted me like hell, but it was worth it.
As I pulled the garage door down with a loud slam, the sound of heavy boots scuffing across the concrete grabbed my attention. With widened eyes, I spun around in the dimly lit garage, being met with Eddie moseying around behind me.
"Sorry. I wasn't trying to scare you," he chuckled, noticing my startled expression. "Got everything you need?" he asked, fidgeting with the keys in his hand.
I let out a sigh of relief, nodding quietly. "Yeah, sorry. I was just finishing up," I replied, following after him as we made our way to the back of my father's shop. It had been a long day, and I was more than ready to kick off my boots and relax at Eddie's place. It was routine at this point. Once we were done for the day, we usually spent the rest of the evening at his trailer or back at my place, unless he had rehearsal.
