Thirty Seconds // l.t.

1. Cars and Kisses

Hellloooo! Sorry this took like, a bajillion years. This chapter will contain mature content, so if that's not your cup of tea, then I suggest you don't continue. It's only at the end, though. The start is kind of terrible, but (I hope) it gets better... Happy reading!

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--Flashback--

There are a lot of things that could happen in the blazing heat of a July day... I would've preferred something like hearing the ice cream truck bells in the distance, or diving headfirst into an ice cold lake. Of course, I've never been lucky enough to be blessed with such fortunes. Instead, I was stuck with my shitty car not starting. I had no other option than to call the auto shop. Me being me, I had it on speed dial. 

It took a few rings before a masculine tone answered, "Hello, this is Luke's Auto repairs and services. How can I help?"

"Uh, hi. My car's engine isn't working, and I was just wondering if you could please come and get it," I answered, trying not to let my exasperation show.

"Sure, no problem," he replied. "If I could just get your address, please?" 

"415 Walderton Road."

"Great! We'll be there in about ten or fifteen minutes. Stay cool," the man replied.

I laughed at the pun, and hung up. Since the blazing sun was heating up the leather interior of the car, I stepped out and waited on my stone porch steps. This summer was the summer between my second and third year at university, and I was currently staying at my parents' house alone, as they were out to some Mediterranean cruise, and needed someone to watch over their dog, Luna. I didn't mind the alone time; it gave me a chance to do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. Of course, things might get done a little faster if my damn car would work...

It was slightly better on the steps, because the expanse of my house gave me some shade. The rough stone scratched my legs slightly, but I braved through the pain. I know, I'm such a strong person.

Turning on my hot phone again, I started to play some Hill Climb. My friend had introduced it to me a few days ago, and I was hooked immediately. I was so engrossed in trying to get my vehicle over a hill I didn't notice a pick up truck pulling to my driveway.   

"Hello?"

My head whipped up, startled at someone's presence. A guy was getting out of the car, and I couldn't help but let my eyes trail down his toned body. He looked about my age, with light brown hair styled slightly up. A plain white tee adorned his upper body, highlighting his toned chest. Worn denim shorts went down to above his knees, and his had on black converse. 

Shit. Were auto shop guys supposed to be this attractive? 

"Er, you're from the auto shop, right?" I asked. 

He smiled. "Yeah, I'm Louis... But most people call me Lou." His smile widened, and he stretched out his hand. 

"Um, I'm Harley. But most people call me Harley," I joked, as I accepted his handshake. 

Louis chuckled. "Seems reasonable."

I laughed, trying to cover my blindingly obvious awkwardness. I tucked my phone into the back of my shorts, and led him over to the car. It was an Audi A4, with slightly dull black paint and an yellowing license plate. 

"So this is it..." I said. 

Louis nodded, and slowly paced around it. I noticed his eyes were a hazy blue, the sun's light reflecting off of them. I tried to focus back on the car, but it was hard to do with such a fine male specimen not ten feet away from me.