07-22-2015, 01:16 AM
Even tough it was after school, he still wore crisp clothes, too clean and new to be donning while working on cars. But he didn't know that, didn't think of it.
When one of the staff came to tell him Dorian was there, Chance hesitated for a second. Than he went off, jogging down the stairs and ignoring the startled looks he got. Then he was grabbing Dorian's arm, and trying to tug him towards the garage where his classic car waited to be put together and worked on. It was a beat up 1967 Rally Sport Camaro with more parts missing, bent, broken and impossible to recognize then Chance wanted to think about.
It looked like the wreck it was when compared to all the other pristine cars in the building.
Chance let go of Dorian and pointed at the car. "Help me fix it, and teach me while you do." He stuttered out another word. "Please."
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