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Post by Shane Phillips on Mar 18, 2007 10:38:21 GMT 7
Ahhh, funnily enough he wouldn't have pegged her for a MCR kind of girl. They weren't his favorite, but his mom had loved the cd and he didn't think it was absolutely terrible. He laughed as she danced in her seat, which must have been rather awkward, but she looked like she was having fun anyway.
"Bah, it's not a bad tune." He said, turning out of the parking lot and gunning it down the street. You couldn't just go slow in a mustang. He was rather surprised at her question and turned down the heat. "Go right ahead." He laughed. It was freezing outside, but meh. He was a big rough tough California boy- he could take it.
"Alright, now comes the direction game..." He said, pulling to a stop at the stop light. It was only legal. He tapped his chin and looked both ways. His guess was that the beer store was closer to the beach than to the hospital, so of course as soon as the light turned green he hit the gas and was up to 80 in a matter of seconds, tearing around the bend. God he loved his car.
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Post by Chance Monroe on Mar 22, 2007 11:16:16 GMT 7
"Your car's pretty good," Chance said, smiling at the speed. She had learned a thing or two about them from her brother who worked as a mechanic back in LA. She had to spend hours on end in that stupid auto shop. She hated it, but she had to admit that she learned a lot. More than most girls or guys did in her high school.
"So, where is this beach anyway?" Chance asked, letting the window down. The wind from the speed of the car, sent her hair whipping around her face. She didn't enjoy it, but she was hot and wanted the air on her. She leaned back in the seat, looking over at Shane. She moved the hair from her face, her eyes sparkling. "Or are you getting us lost?" She smirked.
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Post by Shane Phillips on Mar 26, 2007 1:22:15 GMT 7
“Are you kidding me? My car is God.” He laughed, speeding up just a little more- just for kicks. He had learnt all he had about cars from his uncle Bill, who he had spent many summers building cars with. It was a pretty safe bet that the only reason he knew anything whatsoever about cars was because of his uncle. His own father only knew what brand he drove, and as long as it was expensive he didn’t really care much what it was.
“I have no idea.” He laughed when she asked where the beach was, taking another corner at a relatively high speed. It was amazing that the boy had only one ticket in his past and zero crashes really. “Oh I have no intentions of getting lost.” He said, looking over to her and grinning. “Just follow the signs.” He said, pointing to a sign that read loud and clear that they weren’t too much farther from the beach. “But we need to hit the beer store first.” He remembered as he passed it. “Well shit.” He said, pulling a rather incredibly U-Turn. Sure there were honks, middle fingers from strangers, but they were alive. “HA!”
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