I'll wait

Chapter 4

A week passed after that Sunday before the phone rang at Johnston's Body Shop.

"Damon, can you get that?" Bobby called and picked his head up from underneath the car.

Damon bounced a ball off the wall, caught it, and repeated the process. Bobbys voice broke his concentration and made the ball slip from his grip. "Why can't Adam get it?"

"Just get the damn phone, boy."

With a small groan, Damon rose to his feet and answered the phone. "Johnston's Body Shop. You flip 'em, we fix 'em."

"Damon?" A soft deep voice responded.

"Kenny?" Damon's voice lowered as he felt the anger begin to build in his chest, "what do you want?"

"To say I'm sorry." Kenny said softly "if I would have known...."

"Save it" Damon growled, "I should have known I didn't stand a shot with the preachers son anyways."

"But you did....you do.."

Damon's heart jumped, he stood a chance? Out of all of the people in the world, he stood a chance with the preachers only son?

"If you want to stand a chance... I mean... I..um..."

"Come by the shop later today. I'd rather talk about this in person." Damon said noticing Bobby staring at him, "come around 5. Think about what you're going to say. I'll see you then."

"I'll wait for 5 then," Kenny smiled.

Damon quickly hung up the phone and went back to the desk. His heart pounded in his chest threatening to escape the safety of his rib cage. Maybe this would be a good thing. He slouched down in his seat and looked at his watch. 3:48 was visible in bright green letters. He could wait.