Forbidden Love Square

Chapter Three- The Ballad of the 1974 Vanguard-Sebring CitiCar

Chapter three - The ballad of the 1974 Vanguard-Sebring CitiCar (this won't turn into smut don't worry)

December 9th, 10:02 pm

"I'm feeling lonely tonight. Meet me at the auto shop near the good Wendy's?" It texted Sethy poo, after minutes of scrolling through contacts, trying to gauge how it wanted to be occupied tonight. After yet another unproductive day in romantic fidelity, a mindless booty call could be a good distraction. And what better place to meet up than at the Jessica Simpson (not that one) Autobody and Repair Shop™, right around the corner from Vlad the Impaler's (again, no correlation, Just a Romanian immigrant chef who partook in axe throwing on weekends) Classic Jacksonville Style Deep Dish Pizza™ ?

So there it was. parked at its repair shop of choice, where it spent most of its days, in the early hours of the lonesome twilight, awaiting its most entertaining boy toy.

10:17 pm

"1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar?" 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar heard a quiet voice inquire from close by, though nobody could be seen. A few seconds later, quiet footsteps belonging to Seth could be heard right in front of 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar. The pair gave an awkward hello and Seth sat down next to where 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar had parked itself.

"So, not a great day for you I'm assuming?" Seth asked, causing a bewildered look to fall upon 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar's face. They usually kept the small talk to a minimum, and never brought up each other's personal or day-to-day lives. This simple question from Seth sent 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar spiraling into a mess of its own romantic ponderies and insecurities. "Does Seth seek more from our relationship too? Does he also only request me when he needs a distraction from his companionless solitude? Has somebody else entered his life recently? Why does he suddenly care about what goes on when he's not around?"

1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar knew that it was probably heavily overthinking this, but it had always possessed a very philosophical mind.

"1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar? Do you not want to answer?"

1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar slowly turned it's windshield toward Seth and replied, "''twas fine." The immense detail and thought in this response left Seth silent for a few seconds. 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar did desire to talk further with Seth tonight, and all other nights they'd spent together, seeing as Seth (who had divorced his wife, Lauren Miller) was an eligible bachelor with a scrumptious bod and a magnetic personality that could make any grown car pop its trunk. Like always though, 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar never knew how to express it's romantic yearning for Seth.

"Cool. I took like six viagras on the way here, so we'll be golden for a while." Seth remarked, and 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar enthusiastically flashed its headlights. "Let's do it to it, then." Seth declared, whilst seductively checking out 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar's engine, preparing for the exciting night ahead.

December 10th, 7:33 in the am

While 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar was still half asleep, it heard Seth, in his well spoken and quiet voice, say goodbye to it, then finally give it a smooch on the hood just before departing the Jessica Simpson Auto Body and Repair Shop™. 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar then closed its eyes again and would not awake for many more hours into the day.

December 10, 3:63 pee em

A beautiful day 'twas, with a cool breeze that complemented the early afternoon sun. Raccoons frollicking about, fancying themselves as a cute part of DC's lively community. Overall, 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar was jolly, and excited for its dinner date for one that was to commence in about an hour at a certain Vlad the Impaler's Classic Jacksonville Style Deep Dish Pizza ™.

December 1+4+2+1+2, 4:50 pm

There it was, in the parking lot of Vlad the Impaler's Classic Jacksonville Style Deep Dish Pizza ™. It was inarguably their most valued customer, seeing as 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar was seldom ok being in its own company, and Vlad the Impaler's Classic Jacksonville Style Deep Dish Pizza™ was a mere few kilometers away from the Jessica Simpson Autobody and Repair Shop™.

"Welcome back, 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar." The voice of a slightly faded Romanian accent was heard behind 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar. "It's quite crowded today, so I can't take your order, but I just Wanted to say hi."

"Hey, Vlad. I understand, you guys really don't need to prioritize me. I have nothing going on today, so I'm just fine with idling here for a while." 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar said in its gentle, raspy voice, which was the result of constantly inhaling its own exhaust. Vlad, having known 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar for a while, could read when it was being sincere, which it most often was.

"Awesome, and thank you. Oh- I almost forgot; We hired another waiter, just telling you so you're not surprised if he takes your order."

"Cool, thanks for letting me know, Vlad. I'll make sure to test his waiterness abilities." 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar tried to joke, but cars aren't known for being very funny. Vlad and it exchanged a few awkward laughs before 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar was left waiting alone again, for its mind to carelessly wander into thoughts of existential dread and materialist examination, two of 1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar's favorite thought provoking topics.

1974 Vanguard Sebring CitiCar was abruptly awoken from his philosophical coma, though, as it spotted a dashingly handsome but unfamiliar wooly mammoth in an apron stomping over to him, with a bedazzled name tag reading "Manfred".