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Post by Jasmine Scott on Mar 4, 2007 15:46:11 GMT 7
Stupid car, she thought as she hopped out of the tow truck, which had stopped in frotn of the Mechanics. She was driving down the streeet when it started to puff adn groan. She had to park it on the roadside and call for a tow truck to take her and her car to the Mechs, where Dean worked. She didn't really trust anyone else with her car. She smiled at the tow truck guy, who she found out was called, Jim adn closed the door.
He reversed into the garage and stopped the truck. He jumped out too and carefully lowered the car onto the ground adn unhooked it. he jumped back into the truck adn drove off, not before waving at Jasmine. She smiled and waved back. She crossed her arms over her chest, over her grey Snoopy t-shirt which she wore with her blue jeans and black-flip flops. Her wavy hair was just let down today, tumblking past her shoulders. She lookeda round the garage. A few of them decided to stop working and check her out. She ignored them and looked around more to see if Dean was in today.
"Dean!" She called out.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Mar 8, 2007 10:11:10 GMT 7
Working in the garage was his daily job. It was something that he liked to do. It was his passion for cars mostly. Everyday he got to see a new car. Also the fact that he got to see new people, and Dean he was a friendly person yet sometimes he wasn’t. Climbing from underneath the car, he had complete the job that was needed. The customer came in for a oil check, which spill all over his shirt. It was not uncommon that he would get messy because a mechanic. Taking a towel and wiping off his head Dean looked at his customer and smiled. Dean always love to smile well except when he was piss off at something then he wouldn’t. Telling the customer to pay at the front desk Dean turned on his heel to when he heard his name being called out.
Stopping in his tracks he turn around to see Jasmine standing there looking all dolled up. She was one of his loyal customers and he had to admit that he like her coming by even though it was for a bad reason. Looking around he shook his head at his co-workers and walk over towards her giving her one of his most famous smirks. Not wanting to get her dirty he stop in front of her and didn’t give her a hug. “umm hey Jasmine, what are you doing here. It can’t be the car again” he said looking over her shoulder and spotting the car. “well lets have a look at it” he said to her with a delighted tone. Oh how Dean love cars.
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Post by Jasmine Scott on Mar 8, 2007 12:37:49 GMT 7
She grinned when he came outside, with oil spills on his shirt. Thank god it would be him fixing up ehr car, not someone else. She didn't really trust anyone's hands with her car. Her baby. Cept her baby was getting more and more sick, the longer she used it. She hated to say it, but perhaps it would be time to get a new car. But she couldn't. She was quite low on cash and she needed her money to live.
"Yep. It's my baby again." She said crossing her arms, looking at the red-ness of her covertible.
She never realised how tattered and worn her car seats had become. She let out a sigh. She had gotten her car for her 17th birthday. Her parents finally deicded to buy her one since she had been using theri car for the past year and were getting quite fed up when they couldn't use their own car adn Jasmine got fed up with the fact that everytime she needed to go somewhere, she ahd to ask to use that car or if her parents were using it, she had to ask her friend to pick her up adn drop her off. It ticked her off. Now her baby was dying. She watched his lift up the hood and inspect the inside.
"So Doc, what's the diagnosis?"
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Mar 9, 2007 1:21:46 GMT 7
Trying his best to clean himself up and only making it worst he gave up his attempts when he heard his boss say that there was someone waiting on him. Dean shrugged his shoulder and threw the towel that he had been using to the ground. Walking over to a sink he washed his hands and walk over to see his one and only Jasmine. One of his favorite customer and everyone knew that when she came he was going to work on her car. Of course he was the one with the better skills at the shop.
Raising his eyebrow slightly waiting for her answer he smirked “yeah I should have know, although it would have been nice if you came to see me” he said walking over towards her car and looking at it from the outside. The car was pretty decent but it had been giving her a lot of problems lately.
Walking to the front of the car he let the top up and started to fumble around there. Cars were Dean passion, and he loved everything about them. Cars were almost like woman, and he liked both of them. One a little bit more than the other. Wiping the back of his head he stood back up and looked in her direction with his green eyes.
“well I hate to tell you this but your spark plugs are bad. All I have to do is replace them and then hopefully it will work”
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Post by Jasmine Scott on Mar 13, 2007 12:47:30 GMT 7
"Of course I've come to see you again. I mean stuff my car, it's you I want." She said smirking.
It was part true actually. Sure, she needed her car fixed because it was sucky and getting old adn part of it was because of Dean. She had been crushing on him for a while, but decided not to act on it. One reason was because they were such good friends. And two, knowing Dean, he'd probably already be chased by a number of girls or he was chasing them. She let out a sigh as he told her what was wrong with her car.
"How much will it be?" She asked, tilting her head.
She headed over to her car adn pulled out her bag which she swung over her shoulder. Reaching into it, she pulled out her purse. As she crossed her arsm, her eyes travelled up adn down his body, wondering what his body would be like under his clothes. Even though they've been friends for a while, she had never seen him without a shirt. She smirked mentally. She darted her eyes down to her shoes adn up again where they met his eyes.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Mar 13, 2007 13:38:33 GMT 7
Dean winked his eye at her and then let out a soft laugh “you know I was just kidding. I know you came to see me as well, and even though it is for something bad I am glad you came” he said with a soft smile. Dean really admire how people were so loyal to his services and had always came back and request him. Yet of all his customers Jasmine was his favorite. To tell the truth he kind of fancy her, but with his track record there was no way he was going to try another serious relationship. Well at least not soon.
Hearing her ask him how much it cost to replace her spark plugs, he started to count it inside of his head. Math was something that Dean was good at math especially when it was considering money. Watching her watch over towards her car he watch as she pull a bag out of the car. Smirking at her as she returned to him he couldn’t help but think she was beautiful. Shaking his head he remember that he was suppose to be telling her the price. “I am going to give you a discount so it will be 100 dollars ever” he said to her. He always did that to his good customer. A treat for being so loyal to him.
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Post by Jasmine Scott on Mar 14, 2007 17:19:02 GMT 7
"When will it be ready?" She asked, reaching for her bag strap.
She pulled that strap of her bag down her shoulder and pulled out her wallet and opened it. She grinned as she pulled two fifty dollar bills out of her pusre adn held them out to him, with a smirk playing on her face. "It's like paying you for sex." She said laughing. She closed it, placing her purse back in her bag and swinging it on her shoulder again. She noticed a few of Dean's fellow workmates had begun to pay attention as soon as she had mentioned the word 'sex'. She shook her head, still smiling.
"Oh are you doing anything later, like after work? We haven't hung out in a while."
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Mar 30, 2007 3:00:01 GMT 7
Looking over at her he smiled, she was so beautiful and he wondered if it was awkward to be staring at her like that. Bringing his eyes back onto the car he concentrated on her question. “It won’t be long, maybe an hour but nothing longer than that.” Dean reassured her. He hope that he wasn’t holding her up or something like that “I hope you didn’t have anywhere important to go, if so you can borrow my bike” he said lifting his head up and looking at her.
Watching her pull out the money and he walk over towards her wiping his hands on his jeans before taking the money and placing it in his pocket. “I wouldn’t put it like that, or maybe I would.” He said with a smirk on his face. But he wasn’t like that, well not anymore. Since he came to this new town he was different. Hearing her ask him did he have any plans later he shook his head. “Not really, I was going to go home and watch the basketball game. Yeah we really haven’t. Sorry about that, I guess we can go somewhere if you like. I can leave as soon as I fix your car, but I will need to get clean up some” he said looking down at his shirt and laughing.
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Post by Jasmine Scott on Apr 2, 2007 18:59:20 GMT 7
She let out a laugh. She pulled out her phone and flipped it open, to see if she had any missed calls or messages.Her eyes widened as she saw the time. "SHIT! Class starts in half an hour!" She headed over her car adn pulled out some books in the back seat. "Don't worry about the bike. I'll be back later, when class finishes." She kissed Dean on the cheek, as a thank you, somehwere where there wasn't any grime. She hugged her books to her chest and headed out the garage, yelling a "Bye!", her brown hair flying behind her.
Why did she kiss him on the cheek for?
She brushed away the thought and made it to the bus stop in time. Although she didn't like taking public transport, she had to. Because she didn't know hwo to ride a bike. She was never taught. She paid for her ticket adn sat down on a seat near the front.
OCC: Sigh. El crappo post. Sorryyyyy
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