Mustangs, basketball and Making it official

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Unfortunately the next night I didn't get to see Chris. I worked late and he had gone with Scott to the driving range. Wednesday I had dinner plans with some of my college sorority sisters. And by the time I had gotten home and fell into bed it was too late for him to come over. Thursday when I had got home from work he texted me saying he was on a work call and would call me as soon as he was done. While waiting to hear from him I decided to go for a quick run. Quickly changing into a pair of  running shorts and a comfy tank top I grabbed a Red Sox baseball hat and pulled my hair up off my neck and into a pony tail. Slipping the baseball hat onto my head I grabbed my phone and keys before heading out on my run. When I got back I looked around my kitchen and having no desire to try and throw something together for dinner  I decided to ride over to my parents' house. My dad was out in the garage working on the 1971 Chevy Chevelle he was currently restoring. Cars are my dad's hobby and passion. He's rebuilt 3 muscle cars (not including the Chevelle) since I was a little girl and one hot rod from the ground up, with my help. We would spend hours out in the garage. When I was 10 he rebuilt a 1967 Ford Mustang. He sold the other 2 cars but kept the mustang and hot rod. Technically he gave me the mustang for my 16th birthday but it "lives" at mom and dads.

"Hey Dad." I walked into the garage and sat down on the stool next to the car whose engine he was in.

"Hey kiddo. Didn't know you were stopping by tonight."

I shrugged. "I was hoping I could join you and mom for dinner."

"Didn't feel like cooking?" He grinned at me.

"Guilty." I winced.

My dad chuckled. "I think moms got spaghetti started."

"Perfect!"

"Hand me that rag will ya?" My Dad pointed at old hand towel covered in grease. I grabbed it and tossed it to him. 30 minutes later I was sitting on the ground helping my dad who was now under the car.

The sound of a car turning into my parents driveways caused me to look and I couldn't hold back the happy grin when I saw Chris behind the wheel.

He climbed out and walked over to me. Tugging gently on my ponytail he forced my head back as he stood over top of me. Bending down he gave me a quick (upside down!) kiss on the lips.

"Hi." I smiled.

"Hi. Hi Mr. Lockwood." He said a little louder.

"Hey Chris. Why don't you stay for dinner?" My dad slid out from underneath the car and stood up. He wiped his hands clean before shaking Chris's hand.

"No I don't want to impose."

"Breelan did." My Dad laughed. "I'm gonna go wash up. I'm sure dinner is ready."

As if on cue the back-screen door to the house opened and my mom called out "Dinner!"

"Wow dad that was impressive." I commented as Chris helped me stand to my feet.

"30 plus years of marriage you start to figure things out."

I laughed as my dad jogged towards the house.

"Working on the car are you?" Chris turned to face me.

"Little bit. Mainly talking to my dad."

"You have grease right here." He took his thumb and gently swiped at my cheek.

"Thanks." I pushed myself up on my tiptoes to kiss him.

"You know this is pretty hot, seeing you work on a car."

I laughed. "Thanks. Again." I chewed my lip. "You want to see my mustang?"

"Is that like a euphemism for something else?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No!" I slapped him playfully. "Come on." I grabbed his hand and we crossed the small field to where the larger 3 car garage that housed the rebuilt cars was.

We walked in and I pulled the tarp off my mustang.

"Whoa Breelan this is yours?!"

I nodded.

"Why don't you ever drive it?"

I shrugged. "Dad and I built it together when I was like 10 and when I turned 16 he gave it to me. I drive it occasionally. But it's not my every day car. I love it way too much."

Chris ran his hand along the body of the car.

"Want to take it for a spin?" I asked.

He nodded enthusiastically. "What's this one?" He pointed towards the other covered car.

"My dad's hot rod." I pulled the tarp off and Chris gasped.

"If you want to drive that you have to ask Dad."

"Would he let me?" Chris's eyes grew wide.

I shrugged. "He might. But he's more overprotective of the car then he is me." I shrugged.

"He lets me play with you, I'm sure I can convince him to let me take the car out." He teased.

"Ha!" I laughed. "You're a pretty funny guy."

"Thanks. So a couple of my buddies and their girlfriends are going to Rock-n-bowl Friday night. We were invited. Do you want to go?" He helped me throw the tarp back over both the cars before we started walking towards the house.

"Wow....Like a group date?"

"Yeah I guess you can call it that." He grabbed his buzzing phone out of his pocket. "Oh that's my buddy Dave now. Hello?" he answered.

I couldn't hear what Dave was saying so I just walked along next to Chris. He grabbed my hand and glanced over at me with a smile. "I'll have to check with my girlfriend to see if she can make it but I think we should be able to come."

My eyes grew wide and I stopped walking jerking Chris back in the process. "Ok bye." He hung up the phone, "What's wrong?" He asked me.

"You just called me your girlfriend."

"Maybe I wasn't talking about you." He replied.

"Oh well fine then." I pulled my hand free and pushed past him.

"I'm kidding!" He grabbed me from behind picking me up and twirling me around. "Of course I was talking about you."

"And I'm your girlfriend now? When did that happen?" I asked as he set me down.

"You don't want to be my girlfriend?"

"I didn't say that. I just didn't know when it became official."

"Breelan Lockwood, would you be my girlfriend?"

I nodded with an elated smile.

"Fantastic." He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss.


After dinner with my parents, which I have to admit was weird, we took my mustang for a ride. I drove first and then let Chris drive it back home. After parking it back in the garage Chris grabbed a basketball and we played a round of horse in my parents driveway.

"Don't let me win." I warned as I snatched the ball from him, dribbled a few times and then tossed the ball in the hoop, "Nothing but net baby! Swish!" I did a victory dance.

Chris laughed, "You're pretty cute when you're gloating." He grabbed the ball and dribbled it between his hands and then between his legs.

"Is someone showing off?"

"Gotta keep my lady impressed." He ran, doing a layup in perfect form.

I whistled and clapped my hands. "Maybe you should forget acting and see if the Celtics have an open spot."

"Cute." He walked over to me and threw the ball behind him just barely missing the hoop. "You want to go back to your house so we can make out?" He raised an eyebrow at me with a flirty grin.

"Thought you wanted to drive the hot rod?" I smiled as his arms circled around my waist.

"I'd rather drive you." He said seductively but I couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

"It's a good thing you have writers. Your pickup lines are cheesy as hell." I grabbed his hand, turning around I pulled both of his arms around me clasping his hands at my waist.

"They worked on you." He squeezed me.

"Lucky for you I like cheese." I smiled up at him.

"So to your house?"

I nodded, "To my house."

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