"You know stuff about cars?" The blond asked.
The brunet gave a tiny smile, making small dimples appear in his cheeks. "Yeah, a little."
The blond looked a bit skeptical, but he couldn't really be picky right now. There's no way in hell he was gonna get his car towed, and right now it seemed like the brunet was his only hope.
"Well, c-could you take a look at it? Also, heads up, it's an old car." The blond warned, and the brunet smiled wider.
"Old cars are my favourite."
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Alex Guilbert is overcoming a tragic passed of bullying and being misunderstood. He self-medicates with cannabis, music, old cars, and midnight walks in the city. His life just doesn't seem to be going for him; his father's abusive, he's prone to relapse and has body image issues, even though he may not seem like he's physically suffering with body distortion.
After meeting an equally lonely blond named Ran one faithful night when his car breaks down, the two boys quickly befriend each other over common interests.
But when Alex's daddy issues get out of hand, and the cops end up being called to the house, Ran soon finds out that there is more than meets the eye when it comes to Alex.
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Moving across the ocean at sixteen wasn't part of the plan.
New school, stupid uniforms, and helping at her dad's crappy gas station wasn't either.
But here she is-refilling refrigerators at midnight, carrying boxes with broken tape, and counting down the days until she can leave.
Two years later, Maria's still stuck.
Still bitter.
Still haunted by the life she didn't choose.
And then he shows up-
In a loud, beat-up car. With the kind of attitude that sets her teeth on edge. She doesn't like him. Doesn't want to.
But maybe he's just as messed up as she is.
Maybe he sees her darkness and doesn't flinch.
And maybe... just maybe... gasoline burns better with a match.