𝑬𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝑴í𝒂 | ᴮᵒʸ ᴹᵉᵉᵗˢ ᵂᵒʳˡᵈ

40: Mechanic Mike

"Where's Cory?" Topanga asked.

"Didn't you hear? He's out sick. He's real sick. He's got something bad?" Shawn replied. "How bad?"

"It's filmstrip day in Sex ED, and he's not here." I said. "Oh, dear." Topanga responded before taking her seat. The bell rang, and we all sat down

"Alright, everybody, here's your test scores." Mr. Turner said. He pulled out two bottles of what looked like baby bottles.

"Oh, no. Uh," He let out a chuckle. "Your test scores are going to be delayed for a little while until I can track down the lady on the bus with the screaming twins who now has my bag." He said.

"You took a bus? What happened to your motorcycle?" Topanga asked. "Days couldn't start any better than this. Some guy misjudges the width of the— Oh, I don't know. The whole street, and runs over my bike, and then he decided that what he really needed to do now is back up." Mr. Turner answered.

"Oh, Mr. Turner, you loved that bike. You must be so upset." Topanga said. "Hey, out of respect, let's end this class right now and let the man have some time alone with his feelings." Shawn said, standing up from his desk.

We all began to grab our things. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Sit down." Mr. Turner said. "I need to be around people." "So, are you going to get it fixed?" Topanga asked.

"Oh, yeah. On my enormous teacher salary, I can get the bike fixed, and with the money I have left over, I can buy licorice." Mr. Turner said as he sat on the corner of his desk.

"Here's what I got for you— two words. Uncle Mike's." Shawn said. Mr. Turner looked confused. "I'm gonna need more words. Uncle Mike's motorcycle-repair shop." "Your Uncle Mike?" Mr. Turner questioned.

"Just thought I'd mention it." Shawn said, getting up from his desk. "You can think about it tomorrow on the bus." He said, walking over to Mr. Turner.

"I'll just be leaving a business card." He said, handing it to Mr. Turner. "Lucky Leo's bail bonds and prosthetics." Mr. Turner read.

"One way or another, we get you on your feet." "Sorry, wrong uncle." Shawn said, taking back the card. He pulled out a stack of business cards from his pocket and started going through them.

♥

Shawn and I were down at his Uncle Mike's shop helping out. I looked out the little window in the garage. "Oh, hey, Mr. Turner's here!" I exclaimed.

Shawn and I walked out to the little office area. "Hi, Mr. Turner." I said. "You two guys met already." Shawn said, wiping his oil covered hands on the rag.

"Yeah, we're making dinner plans." Mike said. "Oh, how lovely." I replied with a smile. Shawn walked over to the desk. "Look, this guy's our teacher. You take good care of him, okay?" He said.

"Like family." Mike said with a grin. "No!" Shawn and I exclaimed. "Okay, so, professor," Mike said, walking out from behind the desk. "Let's see the patient." "Right out here." Mr. Turner said, opening the door and looking outside.

Mike leaned against the open door. "Oofa." He muttered. "What do you think it'll cost?" Mr. Turner asked. "Mmm... uh, I'm thinking, hmm..."

"Uncle Mike." Shawn said. "In the neighborhood of three hundred dollars." Mike replied, walking back inside.

"I could live in that neighborhood." Mr. Turner said. "Listen, I mean, you understand that doesn't me I give the kids a break on grades or anything." "Like they need it." Mike said.

"Shawny's the scholar of the family, and Adriana, here. She may not be blood, but she's a scholar, too." Mike said, placing his hands on Shawn and I's shoulders.

Mr. Turner let out a light chuckle. "I think you're telling me the truth." He said. "I only believe one." "Sorry, Adriana." Mike said, grabbing my shoulder and shaking it slightly. I knew what Mr. Turner meant, but Mike didn't.

♥

Shawn and I heard Mike exclaim, "What!" And decided to go investigate. "Hey, Mr. Turner." Shawn said. "Didn't I tell you my uncle Mike would do you, right?"

"Yeah, he's doing me right now." Mr. Turner handed Shawn the bill. He took it and stepped in between the two of them. "Uncle Mike, I can't take my eyes off you for one second?" He asked.

"That is a legitimate bill." Mike said, pointing to the paper. I stood next to Shawn. "Labor— Sixteen hundred hours." I read, dragging my finger under the box. "Well, it sure seemed like it." Mike replied.

"Uncle Mike, this guy's our teacher. You hurt him, we hurt you." Shawn said. "Is that a threat?" Mike asked. "Yeah, it is."

Mike stared at Shawn for a minute before smiling. "My brother's son." He said, pulling him into a hug. "Okay, professor, three hundred dollars. Suddenly, I'm a man of my word."

He looked down at Shawn. "I just wish your mother was alive to see this." "She is." Shawn replied. "Oh, I should give her a call." Mike said.