Opposites Attract

Chapter Three - The Restoration of Bree's Car

Chapter Three - The Restoration of Bree's Car

Fixing the car was the easy but it would've gone by nicely if it didn't start raining as soon as Taylor and Bronwyn had reached the car. Taylor didn't seem to mind the rain but he didn't want his leather jacket getting wet, nor did he want Bronwyn soaked so after giving her his jacket and phone, both Bree and Bronwyn retreated to the dry safety of the car. It was pouring down now and the sound of the drops hitting the roof of the car, echoed throughout.

Bron was worried about Taylor getting wet and sick from being out in it trying to get this stupid thing fixed and that he wasn't getting paid to fix it, but she couldn't help but be grateful for the chance to breath properly again.

The man was stifling.

Of course though, the comforting silence within the car didn't last too long.

"That's not Ky," Bree said, craning her neck in an attempt to gather a better view of him around the hood. Bronwyn couldn't hide the smile that was forming on her face.

"I'm well aware of that. Ky was occupied so he came instead. I'm unaware if he's actually a mechanic though," Bronwyn said with an unsure facial expression.

"With looks like that I really don't think it matters," Bree mumbled, probably not noticing she had even said it out loud. "Well, let's hope he doesn't mess up my baby," she said quietly.

"You mean more than it already is?" Bronwyn giggled.

"Listen her bitch-"

Bronwyn laughed louder as Bree's cheeks puffed out, ready to defend her precious. The conversation then went into a comfortable silence while Bree got lost in the glowing light protruding from her phone. Bronwyn's attention drew towards Taylor's jacket that was in her hands. She ran her fingers across the smooth fabric and placed it folded on her legs. The jacket was worn and smelled strongly of his cologne and his after shaved mixed with a mucky scent of ciggies. To Bron, the jacket seemed huge but she had seen it fit him perfectly. She couldn't figure out why she had such an urge to be cliché but she couldn't help herself in wanting to try it on. If he didn't want it getting wet then clearly it means something to him.

She imagined it would feel nice to be wrapped in it. Perhaps just as nice as it would be being wrapped in his arms...

"What's his name?" Bree asked, bringing back Bronwyn to be the present and the vehicle they were in.

"Ahh. I'm not sure. His friends he was with called him 'The Bear,'" Bronwyn said with a shrug with her shoulders. There was a loud noise coming from outside the car and Bronwyn looked through the windshield. Majority of the bonnet covered him from the girls' view but he was tall and she could view the top of his body when he stood straight. His bronze hair was thick and dark on his head and he lifted one of his hands and combed his fingers through the wet mane, pushing it out of his face. The muscles in his arms clenched and unclenched with the slight movement he made and it didn't go unnoticed by the girls. His eyes found them over the hood for a brief moment before he leant back down, disappearing completely from their sight.

"I have never cheated on Brayden before," Bree blurted out and Bronwyn's head snapped in her direction as she tried to keep herself from laughing. It sounded like she was confessing in church or something.

"And why are you telling me this?" Bron asks.

"I'm not, I'm just reminding myself of how good I've been and how good I need to continue to be. He is just so... wet." Bree appeared to be drooling now and, even though Bron was laughing, she really couldn't blame the girl. Not one bit.