Bless Your Beautiful Heart

Chapter One- Bentley's Life

Chapter One-

I stared at my dad in mock hate. "Dad, I told you, I'm not going on some blind date." I said to him, shaking my head. He only grinned sheepishly, silently begging me. I shook my head, groaning and walking off to a different part of the car shop we worked in.

Let me introduce myself. My names Bentley Maria Moniker. Yes, I share the name of a car. And no, I don't hate it, in fact, if anything, that's my favorite part about myself. I loved how I was named after a car, especially a car that I loved. I owned my own Bentley, a 1995 Bentley Azure. It was a beautiful car, seriously, it was perfect. Sure it's a little screwed up, and I'd have to fix it up from scratch, but it was worth. It was worn down, but it was perfect. Anyways, I'm not the kind of girl who goes around obsessing over the kind of things everyone around me seems to be obsessing over, I was more into the same bands as my dad.

I live with just my dad, since my mom died when I was born. I didn't miss her much, though I knew I should. But, I just hadn't ever gotten to know her. My dad said I was just like her, looks and whit, without the streaks of color in my hair though.

But anyways, my dad had always been trying to get me into a relationship, and had even gone as far as pushing me into blind dates, like right now. "Please, Bentley? This maybe the one.." My dad said, a slight pleaded in his voice. I thought about it for a few seconds, once again mulling it over. But I quickly shook my head.

"No dad. I have to much work here." I said, gesturing around the shop, though that wasn't entirely true. I had some work, but I could finish it up pretty quickly. I heard him sigh, and I could imagine him shaking head behind me.

"Alright, Bentley. I'm gonna go into the town to get some supplies. Love you. I'll be back late, lock up shop." And just like that, my dad was gone, and headed into the city. I sighed in relief. I loved my dad, but I hated when he tried to get me to go on a date, it was like he was trying to be my mom, not that I could get mad at him so easily.

I shook that thought out of my head, and quickly got to work on the car at hand, knowing that this would help me clear my mind. And it did. The next time I looked at the clock, it had already been at least two or more hours. I grinned, but was slightly disappointed that I had finished all my work. But this meant that I could work on my sweet little Azure. I walked over to the back of the shop where my Bentley was, still in some old ragged jeans and grease covered shirt. This was what the majority of my wardrobe contained. As you could tell, I wasn't exactly "girlfriend" material. I got to work on my baby, and carefully began to work on the car.

I spent what felt like minutes working on my car, only to find out that it was well past 12. Dad must have gone straight home after going into town, but I guess I understood, he knew I'd probably end up here all night. Hell, I've spent the night here millions of times, and I most likely would again, just because I didn't wanna walk home, and I wanted to work on my car some more.

Hours later, I finally felt the sleepiness begin to catch up on me. I groaned sadly, putting away all my personal work supplies and covering up my Bentley. Most people would say I have borderline obsession with cars, especially the car I'm currently working on, but my dad and I would just call it a love for the art. I knew that not many girls loved cars, but I knew that there was some girls who did, which I was thankful for. I yawned as I slowly began to crawl to the couch I had sent up in my "office". I didn't want to fall asleep, I just wanted to think for a little bit about what happened with the whole blind date thing.

Maybe if my dad asked me again tomorrow, I'd change my mind, that always seemed to happen. I never bother asking my dad how he met these people, and I'd rather not, so, I simply sighed, and fell asleep, dreaming about what would happen when I finished my fixing up my Azure.