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[bc_thesmiths]

Ali walked to Sparky's Garage, twirling her's brother's car keys around her fingers as she fumed slightly. Rick had truly outdone himself this time, displaying such inhuman levels of douchbaggery she was surprised he hadn't collapsed under the weight of his own ego. Even thinking about it made her hair burst into flames, so she switched tracks and

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[bc_williamsons]

"Be with you in just a second," Kaden Williamson said from under some other customer's Hummer. "Oh, fuck," He muttered when some oil spilled on his face. He rolled out from under the 2010 Hummer. He reached for a cloth but ended up pulling some rag down. The rag was under a whole bunch of different engine parts. "Fuck," He mumbled again.

[bc_thesmiths]

"Take your time," Ali called back absently, inspecting the half-repaired Harley in one of the repair bays. The suspension was fucked to hell, but it could be easily fixed with the right tools. She saw what she'd need in a tool box at her feet and bent down, working deftly until she'd righted the problem. Satisfied, she stood, wiping her oil-slick hands on her jeans and smirking.

[bc_williamsons]

Finally, Kaden was on his feet, wiping his face with a clean rag. He saw the most gorgeous tall blonde he had ever seen in his entire life. Sticking the rag in his back pocket he walked over to her. "How can I help you, sweetheart?" He asked in his southern drawl.

[bc_thesmiths]

"I need friends," Ali said bluntly, smacking the wrench she was holding into his chest. "And also my brother's car. But mostly I need friends. Wanna be my friend?"

[bc_williamsons]

Kaden was a pretty tall guy, plus he was built so the wrench smack didn't really hurt. He took the wrench and dropped it into the open tool box. "Um, sure?" He crinkled his brow and chuckled.