Cars

The Jiffy Lube is a small building itself. Just a room really. Enough to fit three two person seat chairs. There's a flat screen TV on the wall and various posters with different statistics like oil levels, tire pressure and whatnot. There is a door that leads to a small bathroom in the corner and other than that the rest is the garage.

It's a three car pit, two mechanics to a car who split up the work amongst themselves. A man around my height approaches me. He has on the standard Jiffy jumpsuit on with dried oil stains on it. His black hair from his head to his beard match the stains nicely.

" You Dillion? " The guy asks.

" Yeah, Mike? " The guy told me his name on the phone already.

" Yup, come with me. "

I followe him as he gives me a quick tour of where to store my things and where to clock in and out at. He gives me three papers to sign and two pairs of jumpers, if I want more I'd have to buy them. He leads me to my station, Station Two and introduces me to Shawn.

Shawn is tall, like a freak 6'4 tall which is alot compared to my 5'10. He is skinny with greasy short blonde hair and glasses. He seems easy going enough.

I get the hang of things rather quickly and fall into a comfortable pace. Shawn and I make small talk here and there, discussing our love of cars obviously. I talk trucks he talks racing but all and all he's a pretty chill dude.

The hours pass by and 9 pm finally comes. To say the least I am actually pretty tired. I have a substantial amount of costumers today and my body is just tired from all the activities. I wash my hands and grab my things before saying goodnight to the guys and heading home.

I have a quick drive and thankfully not alot of homework tonight so I can just shower and crash. As I'm driving a movie theater passes by and her face clouds my vision.

Thoughts of me and her every Friday like clock work. Sometimes there to actually watch a movie others to get frisky in the back. Her long blonde hair falling all over me...

I shake my head to force the thoughts out.

Stop it jackass.

Turning into my apartments I dream of the hot shower to come. Come wash this sweat off along with these unwanted thoughts. My house is so empty and quiet when I make my way inside. Who knew I'd miss the sound of my annoying little brother?

Throwing my keys on the bar I kick my shoes off and head for the shower. Shower, shit and a shave. Then call it a night.