Courtney's POV
I changed into a blue and white plaid shirt with a red tank top underneath, a pair of white wash capris, and a pair of black vans. I looked around to see that my mother wasn't home. She must have went to work today. I went over to the garage, turned on some music, and popped the hood of my car. I looked over and Damian was walking up to the garage. Wow he was gorgeous. He had on a white v- neck. At the right light, I would probably see his six pack. He had a bag of tools with him. "Hey." Damian spoke. He set his bag of tools downs towards the car.
He looked around the display of many moving parts around an engine. He looked at the fuses, engine, brakes, oil, and everything. He had his head down towards the fuse box. "So, what did you mean by holding my hand during the service?" He jumped up, and he hit his head on the hood. "I'm sorry about that." "I'm alright." Damian answered. He never did answer my question. He continued to look around under the hood. It wasn't until he got to the fuel tank. "Jackpot." He went underneath the car, and dropped the fuel tank. He opens the the tank up, and grabs a pump. He pulls it out, and it looks like nothing is wrong with it. "What is that?" I question. "It's the fuel pump. It may look like nothing is wrong with it, but it's as clear as day that you need a new one."
He cleans it up a bit, and points towards the middle. "You see how it's run down around there? That's proof that you need a new fuel pump." He gets, and goes to the table to set it down, and try to get it right. I take a seat next to him. "Damian, I would like an answer to my question earlier." "What was the question earlier?" He asked. "Don't play dumb with me." I spoke irritated. He walked around to the fuel tank. I followed him. "Damian McGinty you better tell me what was the deal with the hand holding at church this morning!" This continued for about five minutes. Then, he gets so frustrated with me that he throws down every thing that he had in his hands, and turns towards me. "I held your hand because I have feelings for you!"
I have never heard scream before, but it was a beast that I never want to wake up again. I was still looking at him with owl eyes, and a speechless look. He turned to face me, still breathing hard from his anger. "I have liked you ever since you first entered into my sight. I have feelings for you, and I didn't even have to mindset to tell you in a clever way." He sighed while he picked up the fuel pump and his tools to continue his work. He laid down on the ground, and started working. I finally had the courage to speak up, "What if I was to tell you that I feel the exact same way for you as you like me.?" He stopped, sat up, and looked at me. "Are you telling the truth about this?" I nodded, "Of course." He stood up, dusted off his hands on his now way dirty white shirt, and started walking towards me.
"Well, what if I was to tell you that I want to take you on a date as soon as possible?" I started to smile while my cheeks were getting redder that tomatoes. "What if I told you that I would like to take up on that offer?" He cracked open a smile, and started to fill in the gap that was between us. "Will you go on a date with me tomorrow night?" he asked with his husky accent. "Yes, I would love to." He was smiling from ear to ear, and fill in the gap with a huge bear hug. We released each other from the hug, and he continued to put the pump back into the tank. Once he was done, he jumped to feet, and spoke. "Alright, grab you keys, put into the ignition, and pray that it does start." I chuckled at his remark.
