Beastly Spark

Chapter 2: My Car is a robot✔

Chapter 2:

Getting home from the dealership with our swanky new car. I was pretty pumped as we were driving, Sam might say something different since he spent the whole trip back complaining. Seriously I called dibs on driving first and he'll get to drive the car on the way to the party.

Mom seemed happy about the car and the price and Dad kept telling me that he didn't want me to pay the extra grand, that his set price was four grand and we got the car for four grand. I let it go after that, still not happy about it.

I head up to my room, passing Sam's on the way. Peaking in, I see Sam going overboard with getting ready for the party he's not invited to. He doesn't need to go overboard with looking good if he wants to get Mikaela to date him, personally he's a better choice than Trent.

"If you keep making faces like that your face will be stuck like that forever." I said, as Sam made faces in the mirror, causing him to jump.

He turned to me giving me a look, "Okay Mojo, Mira. I got the car now I gotta get the girl." Sam said checking his eBay account.

"Dear brother, you mean our car." He ignored me. "Okay now I need money to take the girl out." I looked out the window to the car in question.

"And a good wash" I said looking at said car.

He frowns and smells his armpits. Gross.

"I don't smell that bad." He says.

I clipped over the head as I walked to the door. "I was meaning our car. You hormonal glitch."

"Ow sis that hurt." I just 'hmphed' at him and walked out of the room. I head to my room and quickly change into my Deadpool bikini.

I walk out grabbing my cleaning kit on my way out passing mum, who was heading out to give dad her opinion on him doing the path and probably to put more 'bling' on Mojo.

"Well, let's get started shall we." I said, before hosing off the dirt and grime. I grabbed the sponge and scrubbed him down. I called the car a him cause I'm a girl and he's a custom muscle car, there is no way he is female car. As I worked over the hood, I felt the car 'shudder'. I shook my head, must be imaging things. I continued on with his much needed wash hosing him down before getting the waxing kit ready, feeling a bit mischievous I swayed my hips as walked back over to him with the waxing kit. A smirk on my lips, for a second I could've thought that he perked up on his wheels. As I applied the wax to the foam finishing pad attached to my 180mm Rockwell ShopSeries Car Polisher 1200, that I had shipped from Australia. Working my way around the car, getting every nook and cranny the best I could with my polisher. I finished up giving him the final few details before jumping for joy at how handsome he looks now. Almost like he just came off the assembly line.

"Get change Mimi, we're going to a party." Sam yelled out his window to me. I ran upstairs to my room, quickly changing into a pair of denim jeans and a white tank top. Grabbing my shoulder bag on my way back out.

As I head down stairs to the backyard. "Ron, this one is uneven." I heard mom complain. Ugh that stupid path of theirs.

"This one is wobbly." I rolled my eyes. I really can't handle them like this.

"Couldn't we have hired a professional?" She said, only for Sam to walk out onto the grass distracting dad, this spells trouble.

"I do not like foot prints on my grass." Dad says. I grinned and stood over next to mom.

"What foot... There's no footprints." Sam exclaimed, however like most of the time dad didn't listen.

"That's why I built my path, so why don't you go from my grass to my path, okay?" Dad said.