Getting a Life Ch. 01

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Author’s note: All characters in this story are 18 or older. This is purely fictional, any resemblance to real events, people, or places is completely coincidental. This chapter is going to set up the rest of the series, so no sexy stuff yet. Hope you enjoy.

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Hi, I’m Jared, I’m twenty years old. I’m 5’10″with short, dirty blonde hair, green eyes, a slight tan, and some muscle from my two trips a week to the gym. I live in a small, two-bedroom house with a friend of mine. It’s an old house, so we got it for cheap, it’s not the most up to date, but everything works fine. I spend a lot of my time off playing video games or watching YouTube. As you can imagine, this means I don’t have much of a social life outside of work. I also work at an auto shop that specializes in repairing and maintaining classic cars. It’s great, especially since I was able to find an early 70s Chevy truck pretty cheap with the help of my coworkers.

I’m at work, changing the spark plugs on an old VW Bug, when I get a text. It’s my roommate, James. He says, “Hey, one of my classmates David invited me to a party, wanna go?”

I have that day off, and I had no other plans. On my lunch break I text him back, “Sure, could be fun.”

The day of the party comes, and his car suspiciously starts having problems. I think he wants to take the truck because he thinks it’ll be cooler, and I have way too much fun giving him shit for not keeping up on his maintenance. We both hop in my truck, get directions from his phone, and head off. The party starts at six, and we leave at around five-forty; we make it about three minutes late. He knocks on the door, and this Puerto Rican guy answers. He introduces himself as David, and lets us in.

The place is decent, bigger than our place, but not huge, and it’s pretty modern. He leads us through the living room to the back yard. There are quite a few people, some of whom I’d briefly met through James. There’s one person who stands out to me though — she’s standing in the corner talking to someone. I walk over near where she’s standing, as it’s one of the few open spots. She’s about 5’2″, with brown hair that reaches a few inches past her shoulder blades, and blue eyes. She has on pink lipstick with blue eye shadow. She’s wearing a black t-shirt with Toad from Super Mario Brothers flipping the bird with both hands on the front. The caption reads, “Sorry, the princess is in another castle.” She’s wearing black jeans to match.

I laugh when I see it, which draws her attention. She turns and asks, “You get the joke?”

“Yup, maraş escort I never played the game myself, but I always had fun watching my older brother play.”

“Hi, I’m Sam. So, what do you play?”

“Well, right now I’m playing Fallout 4. I’m playing a big, dumb idiot who’s really good at smashing things with a sledgehammer.”

Her eyes light up, and she gets this really excited look as she asks, “Are you using a legendary Super Sledge?”

“Yes, I named it The Pain Train.”

We talk about games for the rest of the night. As we’re leaving the party, she gives me her number. I put her in my contacts list, then hop in my truck. James had gotten a ride home already, which is good, as Sam came up to my passenger door and knocked on my window as I was about to pull away. I roll down the window.

“Apparently my friend went home without me,” she says. “Can you give me a ride home?”

I turn off the truck. “Do you just wanna wait and I can call a taxi?”

“Okay, that works.”

I call her a taxi and wait with her for it to arrive and give her twenty bucks to pay for it. At first, she tries to give it back, but I tell her not to worry about it. When it shows up, I tell her goodbye, and she says she’ll text me when she gets home. I hop in my truck and head home with directions from my phone. When I get home, my phone dings. I see a text from Sam. “I got home safely, thanks for doing that.”

I respond with, “You’re welcome,” and then I head to bed.

The next day I’m playing Fallout when I get a text from Sam. She wants to know my gamer tag, so I send it to her. Not a minute later, I get a friend request with a note saying it’s her. I accept, and she invites me to a party to talk. We spend the next few hours chatting while we play our games. I hop off to go eat dinner, and when I hop back on, she’s gone. She left a message saying she went to hang out with some friends at a game store. I play my game ’til about nine, and then I hit the hay so I can be up for work in the morning.

That Wednesday, I get a text from her, “Hey, do you wanna come to a car meet in town on Saturday? It starts at seven in the morning.”

“Sure, I didn’t think you had any interest in cars.”

She then sends me a picture of a lightly modified white 1993 Civic hatchback with a message, “My baby girl.”

We meet up at IHOP for breakfast that morning at five, figuring it’ll take at least an hour to eat. She brought a couple of friends, Monica and Lamar, who are very nice. They’re taking a Subaru mardin Escort Impreza. We get quite a few looks cruising to the meet. Especially me, probably because I have a 454 big block, with a mean exhaust, and an upgraded camshaft. We pull into the meet and find some empty spots near each other. We walk around looking at cars and talking with the owners if we can. All in all, it goes pretty well. We leave the meet at nine and head home, saying our goodbyes at a stoplight before heading our separate ways.

I hop on Facebook the next morning, and I see a post from Sam. It had a picture of her Civic in a shop, because apparently it started running weird a few hours after we all split up. Turns out there was oil mixed in with the coolant.

I send her a text. “Do you need a ride while your car’s in the shop?”

I get a reply a few minutes later. “Yeah, they tore down the motor, and found a crack in cylinder 3’s chamber. I can get a new block, I just need a ride to go get it.”

“Well shit, I’m ready when you are.”

The new motor’s only an hour away, so I go pick her up, and we head out. On the way we talk about things, like cars we’d love to own, stuff at work, just small talk. Our conversation somehow turns to dating, and I admit to her that I’m single.

“Not surprising, seeing how much you work, and play games,” she says.

“Yeah, I keep meaning to go out more often, but I just keep putting it off,” I respond.

“Well if you want to, just let me know. I’m always willing to hang out,” she says.

“Alright, thanks.” We move on to talking about movies.

I spend my off time that week helping her put the motor back together. It’s not a difficult process, but I figure she’ll appreciate the extra hands, and the company. I learn a lot, as I’ve only ever worked on motors built before 1980. We spend a lot of time cracking jokes, talking about things we want to do to our cars, and generally having a good time. At the end of it all, I’d say we’ve become good friends.

Over the next couple months, I start hanging out with Sam and her friends more. We go to car meets as often as we can, and we hang out at each other’s places a few times a week. I feel like I’ve finally found people who I can really relate to. Eventually we start having dinner once a week at Monica and Lamar’s place. We change who cooks each week to try as many different foods as possible. It’s during these months that I realize that I have feelings for Sam.

During one of our dinner nights, while Lamar and I are grilling mersin escort some bratwurst, I tell him about my feelings towards Sam, as I feel I can trust him to take it seriously, and not tell anyone either.

“If you honestly feel that way you should tell her,” Lamar says.

“Do you think she’d feel the same way about me?” I ask him. “I’d hate to make things awkward between us.”

“Look, if you don’t tell her, and she finds someone else, you’re gonna regret it,” he replies. “I would know. When I met Monica, I knew within weeks that she was the woman I loved. Unfortunately, I waited too long to say anything, and she started dating someone else. I felt like shit for a while, but then she knocks on my door crying. He had cheated on her, and I was the first person she thought to come to. After that, I waited a while until I felt like enough time had passed, and then I confessed to her. We’ve been together ever since.”

“Alright, I’ll tell her when we leave, so she doesn’t feel pressured to say yes because everyone else is there,” I tell him.

“That’s a smart Idea. Just try not to make it awkward, relax, and let happen naturally.” I thank him for his advice, and we finish making the food.

Dinner goes really well, and everyone loves the brats. We spend a couple hours chatting, and then say our goodbyes. As Sam gets to her car, I tap her shoulder. “Hey, can we talk for a minute? I have something I want to tell you”

She looks at me with one of her heart-melting smiles. “Sure, what’s up?”

I take a deep breath, and with the most confidence I can muster, I tell her, “Sam…I…uhhh…” I panic, as I can’t seem to find the words I need. Luckily, she seemed to guess what I want to tell her is important, and simply gives me time to gather my thoughts.

I finally get the words I want in my head. “I want to go out with you, and I have for a while now, but I wasn’t sure if it was too soon, but I don’t want to wait anymore. I love you too much to let you slip away.”

She looks surprised for a second, then just smiles and says, “Well I’m glad you didn’t.” She pulls me in for a kiss. I lean in and kiss her back, our eyes closing. We wrap our arms around each other, and just keep kissing for a few minutes, then she breaks the kiss.

“As much as I’d love to stand here all night, we both have to work tomorrow, and I’m pretty sure they don’t want us in their driveway the whole night,” she says pointing to the living room window, where Monica and Lamar are watching us. He gives me a thumbs up when I look over, and Sam and I just laugh. We say our goodbyes again, and I go home feeling hopeful for the future.

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That’s it for chapter one. I’d like to thank Laurielou for helping with the editing in the story. Feel free to leave constructive criticism in the comments.

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