6 Months

Con Man 0.4

I had a phone call to tell me that my car was ready to be picked up. Cobain drove me to get to my car today.  I am so excited to get my baby back. I've missed her so much. We pulled up outside the repair shop and I literally fell out of the car just to get out. "Can't you just wait till I've turned the car off?" Cobain asked laughing, but you could still hear the annoyance in his voice. "I'm not getting done for your death,"

I rolled my eyes and got back into the car and waited for him to actually park the car before getting out. I didn't even wait till he turned the ignition off. I ran inside the shop and tried to find Clive, the man that fixed my car.

"You got here quick," He told me with a slight laugh. "I only rang you twenty minutes away,"

I gave him a confused look. "I've missed my car too much," I said in all seriousness. Cobain appeared next to me.

"You didn't even listen to me," He said annoyed. "I told you to wait till I turned the car off, but you didn't listen,"

I rolled my eyes. "Can I see her?" I asked excitedly.

Clive laughed. "Of course you can," He said and pulled the covers off and that's when I saw her. She looked brand new. I squeeled and ran over to take a look at every single side of her.

I turned back to face Clive and Cobain. "Thank you so much, Clive!"

"You're welcome," He said proud with himself. "That's a good year for that car. They stopped making them like that a couple years ago. Fine vehicle. Solid engine. If I were you I'd do whatever it takes to keep her in top shape. She could go 300,000 miles."

I shook my head. "That's alright," I said. "I don't need it,"

"Just to let you know while we were fixing her up for you we did take a look to see if there was anything wrong with her and we did find something. I'm afraid that when we were trying to figure out what went wrong she wouldn't run," Clive said.

I gasped. "Does that mean she'll have to stay longer?"

"I'm afraid so," He said sounding genuinely sorry.

I shook my head. "How about if I try turning the key in it?" I asked.

"Wait," Cobain said. We all looked at him. "If you were fixing the window why would you be checking if she was running or not?" He asked being skeptical about the whole thing.

I rolled my eyes. I asked him to drive me here not question the mechanics loyalty. "We were checking to see if the windows wouldn't fall off when driving," Clive nodded towards me.

Cobain scoffed. "Now that's bullshit,"

"Don't listen to him, Clive," I said annoyed and pulled him to the one side. "What is wrong with you? Can't you just be nice for a minute?"

Cobain sighed. "He's trying to scam you,"

I chuckled. "Why would he want to do that?"

"Give me a second to take a look and I'll show you," He said and took a step to go over to the car.

I grabbed onto his arm stopping him. Cobain glanced back at me and gave me a confused look. "Why would you want to help me on this?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Are you really going to believe that bullshit of an excuse?" He questioned me. I shrugged. "Anyways I'm not paying more than I should for your shitty car,"

I rolled my eyes and watched him walk over to the car. "I wouldn't mess around with these things," Clive tried telling Cobain. Within seconds of doing whatever he was doing under the hood he turned to face me.