I woke up at 7:00 AM. Fuck! I’m an hour late Mr. James will kill me! I was supposed to wake up early so I can finish fixing his Ford Mustang, plus, I got four other cars in the garage waiting to be fixed. I fucked up! I ran downstairs as I quickly wore my jeans and shoes
“Good morning Miss Sunshine!” Said Hardwin. I ignored her annoying ass as I walked to the kitchen, grabbed an apple and rushed to the front door. As I got closer to the garage I saw Ronan walking out of there
“Hey” He said
“Hey… don’t you have school today? You’ll be late”
“Nah” He laughed “It’s Saturday”
“Ohh” I laughed too “My mind isn’t working right today… Did Mr. James call?”
“Yeah.. He said he’ll be here in an hour or so”
“Thank God! His car isn’t ready yet”
“Nope it’s ready, I just finished it”
I let out a huge sigh of relief and patted on his shoulder… Ronan is my nigga! My savior. This kid is just amazing, always got my back, he never says no to me, he does things without complaining, I don’t hear the ‘Why always me?’ rants that I always hear from Hardwin and Johnta. Even though he rarely speaks, he’s such a cool and caring kid
“Well done bruh… I really appreciate it” I smiled at him
“Nope…” He said, walking out the garage
“Aye! Hold on…”
He took a few steps back and looked at me “What?”
I threw car keys at him, he caught it and looked at me like ‘What’s this?’
“The car is yours now bruh”
“The BMW?! Are you for real?!” He screamed in joy!
“Yep… You can change the color if you like”
“Thanks a lot!” He ran inside and hugged me, I hugged back
“You better take the car and get the hell outta here before I change my mind” I punched him lightly on the cheek, he giggled and ran out dancing
“Oh and get a girlfriend you piece of shit!” I added
He waved and drove the car away. He really deserves it, despite all the work he does, Ronan never gets tired or bored of it. I waited ‘til Mr. James came and took his car, and of course he was very satisfied by the work we did, every customer is happy and that’s why our business is still going. I was sitting on my big comfy chair with my legs on the desk syncing some tracks from the laptop to my ipod when I received a text message
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Would I Marry You?
Comédie“I mean like dating is a game and every game has its cheats” said Hardwin “I’m not you! I don’t just jump on bed with every girl I lay an eye on!” said Zane, semi-yelling “You know… Cheating isn't always sex, kissing, touching or flirting, Zane”
