"Did you know that the town had a festival every year on the 17th of October?", I ask Matt. I was sitting on a stool in the garage, snuggled into a UK wildcats hoodie. Not my own. I have a boyfriend, why would I wear my own hoodies..?
Matt looks over at me from where he is, looking down under the hood of the car he was working on. "Add, I've lived here my entire life. Yes I know about the festival", he chuckles and takes his shirt off. My eyes widen slightly and he notices, tossing his shirt at me. "A bit glancy are we today, Addison?" He laughs harder and I roll my eyes.
"I don't think that's a word, honey", I stick my tongue out at him and he chuckles. "So you've went to the fesitval before?". This earns me another look and a whole spill on "of course I've been! When something actually exciting shows up in this town, you go". I sat through it, not really understanding the rant as it went on, but I went with it anyway. "Okay sooo... Wanna go?", I ask excitedly.
"Absolutely not", he says, then goes back to banging on the engine or the motor or the.. damn windshield wipers for all I know. I pout slightly at him and he glances at me. "No, Addy. No matter how much you pout".
I groan loudly and drop the hoodie string I was playing with and let it dangle. "But you said it yourself it was fun!", I argue, crossing my arms. "I just don't think you wanna go with me".
"Addison, it was somewhere I took girls to get laid since I was in 9th grade. It was fun when I was little, but when I turned 15 or 16, it became about getting girls and watching fights break out. You're different. I don't want to take you somewhere where I've taken girls just to screw them, then screw them over. You are SO much more than that", he says, sighing and wiping his head with the cloth that always hangs in his back pocket when he's working.
I think about this for a second. It was no secret that before me, Matt had a history of screwing over girls. I've come to accept it and forget about it. But it upset me that he let something like that ruin something so exciting about a festival. That's what made me mad.
"Well I'm going to change that", I say that matter-of-factly as I stand up. He looks at me as I make my way over to him and wrap my arms around him from behind.
"What're you talking about?", he asks, sighing a little and runs a hand through his already decently dirty hair.
"The festival is suppose to be a childlike experience. Fun. Exciting. So we're going to go and it's going to be just as fun as it was when you were a kid. Except now you have some girl who you can kiss and someone who cares about you", I say. He looks at me and I hold my breath, waiting for him to say no.
He surprises me when he sighs and says a simple "Okay".
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The Car Garage
RomanceAddy had just left her comfortable home with her mother and horrible step father located in Chicago. Now she was staying with her aunt and uncle in a small town of Alabama. The home of the Hicks and the rednecks. Her uncle owns a small car garage...
