The engine of Dominique's busted up chevvy let out a sick roar, he knew it wouldn't last much longer, but he couldn't give it up. The whiff of rust he was engulfed by each time he entered was simply irresistable.
His car was what made him, well him. He couldn't give up on it, not now. Not yet. But it seemed like the car had other plans, as smoke started emitting from the engine."Shit" A very frustrated Dominique hissed.
"Baby don't give up on me, not now, not yet." He pleaded, but to no avail.The car just became stationary, which aggrivated Dominique even more. He let out a few more profanities, slamming his hands on the wheel, all at once. His outburst was soon interrupted by a knock at his window. He turned around and was greeted by blue eyes, that held a hint of mischief in them.
The owner of the eyes, waved and signalled for Dominique to open his window. He did just that.
"H-," He cleared his throat
"I mean hey," He said, his voice now suspiciously deeper than before."Hi, I couldn't help noticing you had a bit of a problem with your car there" The owner of the eyes spoke, laughter lingering at the back of her throat.
"What, no. Me? Nah, you probably think you saw that, but I can assure you I'm alright" A red Dominique spoke.
"Okay then, if you say so." The girl said obviously not believing Dominique.
As she spoke, Dominique caught a whiff of the nicotine staining her breath. He then looked at her once more, actually studied her. And it hit him like a lightening bolt. This girl was high. He could see her dilated eyeballs. He could smell the Vodka that perfumed her. And as he studied her further, he noticed that she held a bottle of Vodka in her hand, covered in a brown bag.
She caught where his eyes landed and a smirk, formed on her cherry lips.
"Want some?" She offered
Dominique was stunned, sure he drank, but not this early and especially not on a Monday morning, on his way to school. He held her gaze for a moment.
She beltched out a laugh and with a wink she said, "See ya later cutey"
And with that she staggered away, Dominique let out a small chuckle, maybe this town wasn't as shitty as he thought it would be.
He started his car once more and then he realised he still hadn't fixed it.
"Shit" He hissed once more.

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Short StoryGrunge is what we are [or so we say] Fuck it all, fuck life [is our motto] All we do is talk about sex and killing ourselves Soaked in vodka Nicotine staining our breath With hoarse voices And dilated eyes Cocaine is what we're made of We don't care...