Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven draft...

“I need some more cigarettes.” I told Adrian.

        We were sitting in the living room watching the late morning news. He was slumped up on the couch and I was curled up in the chair.

        “I'll get them later. I have to take Elliot a couple of CD's I burned for him anyway before work.”

        “Okay.” I went back to listening to the news. A wreck on the freeway, a twenty percent chance of rain, someone got arrested for burglary, all in all nothing spectacular happening in the world. Everyday things. It was kind of sad to think about.

        “Hey, Adrian?”

        “What up?”

        “Can I ride with you when you go to get my smokes? I don't want to be in the house today.”

        “Whatever is fine.” he said mindlessly, still staring at the television.

        I wondered if he ever thought about him still. I pushed the thought away, not wanting to bring anything back up, only to have regain control of myself. I didn't want to lose my composure in front of Adrian. It was weakness in his eyes, I was sure of it. I had managed to get a hold of myself from the night before, thankfully. I didn't want to relive it ever again.

        I went up to my room to put on a pair of jeans and smoke one of my last cigarettes. Maybe I should clean my room. Laundry needed to be done first and foremost, but I despised it with a purple passion. Laundry was the bane of my existence, so naturally I put it off until it was absolutely necessary for me to wash them. My desk needed organizing, but I put that at the bottom of the to-do list since I wasn't going to use it until school started again anyway. I also needed to empty out my mini trash can. It was filled with balled up notebook papers, candy wrappers, and other random things.

        I put all my clothes in a pile, at least it would look a little neater. The things cluttering my desk got shoved into one of the drawers and I left the trash can to fend for itself for now. I really was just that damn lazy.

        I was so bored already, so early in the day, I deemed the day a lost cause.

        “Violette!” Adrian yelled up to me.

        “Yeah?”

        “Let's go. I've got to have time to drop you back off.”

        “Coming!”

        

        We climbed into the van, it creaking the whole time, as if at any minute it would crumble to dust. This thing had to have come from the Paleozoic era, some fragile fossil that for some reason was spared from the imminent doom the creatures of the past succumbed to.

        And then it finally did it...

        Adrian turned the ignition. There was a loud choking sound emitted from the engine, accompanied by a little smoke and a sizzle.

        “You've got to be kidding me!” Adrian slammed his fists down onto the steering wheel. “It was running just fine yesterday! Now I have no way to work. This is great. Just f*****g great.” he spat

        I just looked out the window, smiling on the inside at my fervent glee. It was finally dead. Unfortunately, Adrian needed a car and I was feeling generous.

        An idea struck me.

        “I think I might know someone who can check it out. If you're up for walking.”

        “I'm willing to do anything right now.”

        We opened the doors and hopped out. Adrian was muttering something to himself that I couldn't make out, but I heard a few words: unbelievable, stupid, just my luck.

        

        “I don't think anyone is home.” Adrian said, noticing there were no cars parked out in the front yard.

        “Well, let's go see.” I said, maybe too cheerfully.

        I knocked on the door. Adrian was fidgeting behind me. A few seconds passed before I finally heard footsteps.

        “Violette! Nice to see you.” a shirtless Trevor grinned at me, and for the first time I smiled back, happy to see him.

        The boy had a body. Saying he was a pleasant sight to see was an understatement if there ever was one. It was all I could to not drool. I needed to get a grip – and fast – before my thoughts became less mentionable things.

        “Good to see you too.”

        “What's up?”

        “We need help. This is Adrian, my brother, by the way. His van wouldn't start. I was wondering if you could look at it?”

        “I'm not a pro at cars, but I know enough. Gimme a second.” he ran back in.

        “You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend.” Adrian teased.

        “I don't.” I replied firmly.

        “Sure.” he raised an eyebrow.

        “Assume all you want, I know he's not.”

        At that point, Trevor returned, this time wearing a shirt and shoes.

 

        “When was the last time you put oil in this thing?” Trevor asked from under the hood.

        “Hell if I know.” Adrian wasn't a car person. He almost sounded dumbfounded at the mention of it, and surprised at the same time, like he should have already thought of it.

        “That's all it needs. Just an oil change and it should be good to go. Do you happen to have any?”

        “I might. If I do, it's in the garage.”

        We followed Adrian to the garage, hoping to find some oil. Finally, after fifteen minutes of going through boxes, looking under random things, finding empty containers and cussing through clinched teeth when a couple of heavy items fell on his toes, he found two bottles, covered in dust.

        “Finally!” he said, relieved.

        “Let's get this fixed then.”

 

 

        Trevor had managed to get the oil change done in ten minutes flat. Apparently he knew more about cars than he was letting on. There was something attractive about watching him work. His arms were stained with grease, his forehead beaded the slightest bit with sweat and his face looked determined, but at the same time amused, and confident in what he was doing. I thought I might would faint when his arms flexed, unscrewing the oil cap.        

        I felt a flutter in my stomach and even a little weak in knees. I'd never met anyone who had this effect on me. It was wild. I couldn't think of the words to describe it. Was I developing a crush on him? It felt like elementary school all over again, where I had fallen head over heels for a fourth grader, Gary Hampton. He was a cute little boy with curly black hair, dark blue eyes and dimples on his cheeks. I had rapidly “fallen” for him. By rapidly, I meant the first day I laid my little eyes on him. That was the closest thing I had to compare it to. This made me feel silly and juvenile. If this was day three, I'd hate to see what I would be like after a couple of weeks.

        Adrian climbed into the van and turned the ignition with anticipation. The van let out a growl and there it was running again.

        “Do I owe you anything, man? You're a life saver.” Adrian looked like a child on Christmas morning.

        “It's not a thing.” Trevor said.

        Of course it wasn't. That's just how he was. Giving out all the time, never taking anything in return.

        “If I just give you the money do you think you could find someone to buy your smokes? I don't really have time now. Elliot is going to have to wait until later for his CD. I'm this close to running late.” He demonstrated by putting his thumb and index finger an inch apart.

        “I'll do it, Violette.” Trevor was wiping his face down with his shirt.

        “Yeah, you're old enough, aren't you?” I said.

        “Yep. That I am.”

        “It's just such a long walk and it's terribly hot out here.” I complained.        

        “Who says we're walking?”

        “You don't have a car.” I said, wrinkling my eyebrows at him.

        “So you think, so you think.”

        He gave me a devilish grin.

 

 

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