take me home tonight / eva

[michael avery harington]

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after spending almost an hour chatting with eva online, the boy finally decided to signed off from instant messenger and closed his laptop. having his hand over the device while looking around the room as he couldn't help but wonder why she wanted him to wait until her brother had left the house. sometimes he wonder if she even mentioned him to his older brother. he felt like she's keeping him a secret; like she's embarrassed of michael. the boy doesn't understand what's the deal about it, but figured to not argue about it as it's just a waste of his time and breathe to mentioned it. so, he just shrug it off and pretend like it doesn't bother him but deep down it does. michael is just lucky enough to spend at least some time with her until she asked him to leave. that's all he wanted and that's what he got. the boy grabbed the car keys that was sitting beside the laptop as he finally decided to get up from the chair after spending two minutes thinking about who knows what in his mind. the boy headed out of his bedroom with his hand holding onto the doorknob as the boy pulled it to close the door behind him. removing his hand from the knob while taking his phone out from the pocket of his black jeans, sending a little text message to eva and telling her that he's on his way over. reaching toward the front door once he pressed the send button, walking out of the house and made his way over toward his vehicle that was parked inside the driveway.

hopping inside the car as he turned on the engine and drove over to eva's house. luckily for him, there wasn't a lot of traffic during the drive to his destination; the drive was around twenty minutes. once he arrived, parking the car "hey, eva." the boy called, looking around the house to see where she could possibly be at. making his way over toward the garage where her car was parked when he notice the brunette girl standing there which made him crossed his lips into a wide smile. "so, what seems to be the problem with your car again?" mike asked, looking at the girl before making his way over toward the car. opening the driver's door, pressing the latch under your dash board to open the hood of the car. once he was done, the boy closed the door and walked back toward the front and lift the hood up as he looked around to see where the problem could possible be at. "can you, um, start the car for me?" the boy asked, having one hand holding onto the hood while the other one was leaning against the car, checking each part from the hood when he heard a sudden noise. he finally figured out what the problem was. "i see what you did wrong. i think you pulled the knock senor which causes the engine to stop working and explains for the car to not start. luckily for you, i have an extra one at the shop. i just have to go pick it up and bring it back here to install it. my question to you is... why did you pulled it?" michael asked playfully, closing the hood while having his blue eyes looking over at eva. leaning against the hood while having both arms leaning against his chest and a little smile appearing onto his face.

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[evangeline jocelyn hayes]

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I was caught In the middle of a railroad track I looked round And I knew there was no turning back My mind raced And I thought what could I do And I knew There was no help, no help from you Sound of the drums Beatin' in my heart The thunder of guns Tore me apart Went down the highway Broke the limit, we hit the town Broke all the rules, played all the fools Now we're shaking at the knees Could I come again please? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Eva was all smiles when her mechanic friend agreed to come over. Thankfully he had because if he hadn’t she’d have to scrape together fare for a taxi to get to work the next morning. When he signed off, Evangeline dashed from the desktop she shared with her brother, upstairs to the bathroom. She stripped and jumped in the shower, washing up quickly. Once her legs were smooth and soft and her skin smelling like her pomegranate soap, she got out, drying off and quickly going about attending to her appearance. She dried her hair quickly, doing her best to give it a relaxed style without making it look like she tried to hair. A light layer of make-up and she was done. Oh, except for her clothes. With her towel wrapped around her, she went about searching for something to wear. The kind of outfit that made her look good but didn’t make it seem like she was trying too hard to get him to look. She settled on some denim shorts and just a plain white tank top, sliding on her flip flops before heading out.

Opening the garage, she waited a bit impatiently, leaning against the hood of her car, a smile stretching her lips as he pulled up. She took the liberty to look him over while he was still searching for her. She gave a little wave, pushing off her vehicle and taking a step in his direction. ”It won’t start.” She said innocently. ”I tried to change the oil and I guess I’m pretty sure what I pulled out wasn’t the filter.” She shrugged a little, looking abashed. As he leaned under the hood, she took the liberty to admire his back side with the kind of smile someone might wear when looking at their guilty pleasure. Maybe that was because Michael was her guilty pleasure. Pulled out of her thoughts by his request, she went into the car, stepping on the brake and turning the key.

With the mystery solved, Eva just relaxed back in the car with the driver window down, arm resting on the door. She giggled at his words before climbing out and walking over to him, leaning against the car and looking over at him. ”I thought it was the oil filter.” She said, giving him a smile and a little shrug. Truth was, she knew what her oil filter looked like but when you googled “how to get a cute mechanic to your house”, there were a number of ways that other women apparently suggested. This one seemed the most reasonable seeing as some of them were corny and involved Victoria Secrets Lingerie. ”I needed to know what oil filter to buy so that I could change my oil like you showed be but, I pulled the wrong thing.” She said with a small laugh, hiding her face a bit with her hair. A shy gesture.

”Thanks for coming over so quickly. I would have been stranded without you.” She said, giving him the full effect of her smile. ”Would you like some lemonade or something? Freshly made this morning.” She said, trying to entice him inside to the cool, air conditioned place she called home. It wasn’t much but it did the job and that was what truly mattered.

[style=padding:5px;]TONY • 552 • OUTFIT • sorry for the wait

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