DEAD MAN! CHAPTER THIRTY. i-i can't move my hands.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
ADRIAN MARTIN ROLLED HIS EYES AS HE WATCHED STILES SHOUT AT THE MECHANIC WORKING ON HIS JEEP FOR WHAT FELT LIKE THE MILLIONTH TIME. Due to Erica Reyes' bold decision to take parts out of Stiles' jeep, the boy had no choice but to get it looked at professionally. Adrian had been the one to suggest a mechanic after Stiles' genius- mind the sarcasm- plan of duct tape didn't work. In all honesty, the boy was more there to provide moral support.
Whether that support was for Stiles or the mechanic . . . the Martin boy was still on the fence with it.
"Hey. Hey!" Stiles walked up to the working mechanic as he drilled something into his jeep. "What do you think you're doing? All I needed was a starter."
The guy didn't even glance away from the car as he spoke. "Yeah, but it looks like your whole exhaust system has gotta be replaced, too."
Stiles' mouth fell agape, looking displeased at the worker's words. "Why do I get the feeling you're slightly overestimating the damage?"
"It's probably gonna run you around, like, twelve hundred, parts and labour." The mechanic scanned over the jeep, taking in its very used state.
"Are you kidding me?" The boy cried, face in utter disbelief. "This thing doesn't even have a catalytic converter. And, yes, I know what a catalytic converter is."
It was then that the man finally turned round to face the boy, stopping his drilling. "You know what a limited slip differential is?"
The Stilinski stuttered on the spot, giving his boyfriend time to walk over to them after hearing their conversation. "The LSD is a type of differential that allows its two output shafts to rotate at different speeds but limits the maximum difference between the two shafts."
While Stiles' jaw dropped to the floor, the mechanic smirked and looked the redhead up and down. "Yeah. You know about cars?"
The teen shrugged. "Picked a few things up from my dad."
The mechanic just nodded, keeping his eyes on Adrian a little too long for a certain someone's liking. Stiles sighed loudly, gaining the mechanic's attention again. "Okay, just finish. I'll be back here . . . seething with impotent rage."
Grabbing Adrian's arm, the boy led them to the back of the workshop where the waiting room was. "That guy was totally checking you out." Stiles muttered angrily.
