Miss Trouble

Chapter 13: Overalls

CARTER'S P.O.V.

"Okay, I need to go inside and rest now. You know how to fix it, right?" Johnny asks, hitting the hood of Harry's car. I nod putting my hands in my overall pockets. I changed out of my jeans into these right before we left.

"Yep. My Grandpa was a mechanic and I worked at his shop on the weekends." I say looking over at Harry's car.

"Okay. I will see you in a few hours." He says walking out into the rain once more. Okay let's get to work. I pop open the hood and start to check it out. Nothing that bad seems to happen right here, but I need to check under the car. Getting on the trolley that goes underneath the car, I roll myself under. Well the fender looks a little busted and-

"Carter?" I hear Harry ask and It scares the heck out of me. My head goes up and I hit my head hard.

"Ow..." I mumble rolling myself out from under the car holding my head. I look at Harry and he has a shocked look on his face.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks helping me up.

"Oh, just fine. Just hit my head on your car." I said sarcastically.

"You need help?" Harry asks as I wipe my hands on my rag. Car grease is still on my hands.

"If you want." I say shrugging and Harry has a huge grin on his face.

"Awesome. What do I do?" He asks sitting down on a spinning stool.

"You can make me a sandwich." I say smiling. He just rolls his eyes at me.

"Anything else, Princess?" He says tiredly.

"You can hand me that wrench." I say reaching into the engine of the car.

"Here you go." He says handing it to me. I start tightening a bolt, and I can feel Harry staring at me.

"Would you like to talk or something?" I ask.

"Sure." He says while I continue working.

"Okay. You name it." I reply. "Can I have the tool box please?" I ask looking up and I notice that Harry is closer to me.

"Here." He says setting the toolbox down on the cart. He soon starts to lean on the car.

"So what do you want to talk about?" I ask digging through the tool box.

"Anything." He says quietly.

"Well, then. How about we talk about our favorite animals, then." I say not paying attention to him. I can feel him grab my hand.

"Not that." He says quietly and I look at him, setting down the wrench. "I want to talk about last night."

"O-oh.." I say quietly, realizing that something bad or good is coming its way. "What about it?" I ask nonchalantly.

"I enjoyed it." He says stepping forward. I close the hood of the car, just as another crack of lightning lights the sky.

"Me too..." I say blushing. He gives me his famous smirk, and he runs a hand through his hair, nervously.

"Did you like how we were that close at night?" I hear him ask and my eyes go wide. Should I tell him the truth?

"Uh, yes, I think so." I say nervously. His face brightens up when I say that.

"Did you want me to kiss you last night?" He asks quickly, and I am shocked. This is going in a different direction now.

"Well I thought that you were going to-"

"But did you want me to?" He asks cutting me off. He has now stepped closer to me, and his eyes are searching my face.

"Ye-yes..." I say blushing furiously. His eyes go wide and he drops my hand. Great. He thinks I'm weird now.