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Eddy Rodriguez's '67 Camaro at @edmorsesawgrassautomall Classic Car Show. Engine: 383 Stroker motor w 4 speed Muncie tranny, 10 bolt rear end with 3:31 gears. @edelbrockusa carb and intake manifold. It has been lowered 2 inches in the front using lowering spindles and 3.5 in the back using a lowering leaf spring kit. “Right stuff” big brake kit with 13” rotors in the front and 12” rotors in the back. It sits on a staggered set of @usmags custom Wheels, 19” front with a 2” lip and 255/35 tires and 20” rear with a 4” lip and 285/30 tires. accented car with @ringbrothers “ Door handles and fuel filler and @billetspecialties Side mirrors, shifter, window cranks and interior door handles. Paint and body work was done by @lashwaymotorsports #carphotographybyjjgarcia #67chevycamaro #67camaro #chevycamaro #camaro #chevy #chevygang #chevynation (at Ed Morse Sawgrass Auto Mall) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuhK_IJl48U/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=h38rpf6782tq

[bring-lex-back]

Mechanic Audrey

A/N: I don't have a better name for this. This is how I saved it on my computer so, whatever.

Premise/Warnings: I really don’t want to type out a premise (laziness). I think I outlined it pretty well in the story. Just read it. There is little to no smut (I can’t bring myself to write much of that without cringing (no judgements on the people that can)).

You're lying underneath a 67 Chevy Camaro when you hear your phone buzzes from across the shop. "Can you answer that, dad?" you ask as you continue to ratchet in the differential casing.

"I don't know, can I?" your dad asks, with a strange tone in his voice. "It's from Audrey."

"Sure. She's just letting me know what time she'll be here," you say as if you can't hear how uncomfortable he feels. It's been nearly 4 months since you came out to your parents and two months since Audrey has been in the picture and he still has issues with you seeing girls.

"It says she'll be here in 10," he says. "Is that minutes?"

"Yes, dad," you say sighing. "It's in minutes. Just because we date girls doesn't mean we talk any differently than straight people."

"Okay," he says. "How much longer on the drive train?"

"Not sure," you reply. "I just the differential back together. I need to connect the A-arms and put the wheel assemblies back on the rear."

"So, four hours or so?" he asks.

"Sounds about right," you say calculating the timing in your head.

"Well, since Audrey is coming over, stop when you find a good stopping point," he says. "I'm going to inside, wash up and read in my room."

"You know, you can hang out with us, right, dad?" you ask. "She doesn't bite." Well, she doesn't bite him, you think to yourself, remembering the way she bit your bottom lip whenever you made out.

"We'll see," he said. You watch him as he leaves the garage. You then, get back under the car in an attempt to finish up a few things before Audrey showed up.

--

There is a soft knock at the shop door. Oh shit! You must have lost track of time while you were listening to the music. This always happens when you have tools in your hands.

"Come in," you yell from under the car.

You hear a few light, hesitant steps enter.

"Y/N," Audrey calls.

"Under here," you yell back.

She starts to make her way back to the rear of the car to see your legs hanging out. You hear her drop her bag on the floor and crawl closer to you. She starts to run her hands over your exposed legs. It feels so good that you almost drop the ratchet out of your hand.

"What are you doing under there?" she asks you in admiration.

"Fixing up the drive train on this baby," you answer with enthusiasm.

"I wish I knew more about cars," she said a little glum.

"Why?" you ask. "You do great at almost everything else?"

"I think your dad would like me more if I knew something about them," she answered.

"I can teach you," you offer.

"I guess," she said.

"Let me just finish up here," you said encouragingly.

After a few more minutes of tinkering away, you are finally finished. You drop the ratchet into the tools bucket, roll the creeper out from under the car and stand up. You wipe off the sweat from your forehead and try to stop Audrey as she goes in for a hug. You are unsuccessful and she gives you a giant hug, regardless that you're sweaty. She follows you back into your house. You both sit down on the couch and turn on the TV. You're sitting upright on the end and Audrey is laying with her head in your lap.

"Tomorrow bring some grunge clothes," you tell her. "Clothes that can look like this after a couple hours." You say as you bring your dirty, oil hands centimeters from touching her beautiful nose. Her face crunches up a little expecting the touch to be gross. Before she realizes what's happening, you've moved your hands out of the way

and gone in for a kiss. She kisses you back and when you sit up, you pat her head. She moves it so you can get up and wash off the grime that coats your hands.

"I don't want to mess anything up," she says wary.

"That's okay. We can do something easy," you say. "Like changing the oil and learning to identify different parts under the hood. Better yet, we'll use your Volvo so you can learn about your car more."

"Alright. That sounds great," she says. "Thanks, Y/N. You're something else."

The rest of the night goes by. You continue watching TV, sneaking in kisses and cuddles every once in a while, order take out and disappointingly, still don't see your dad come out of his room. When it starts to get later, Audrey gets up, picks up her bag and starts to head for the front door. You're right behind her and give her a hug before she leaves.

"Remember, grunge clothes," you tell her with a smile on your face. "See you tomorrow."

--

The next morning you get up early. You have a few things to do before Audrey gets there. Your dad doesn't know she's coming so maybe he'll stay outside a little longer than usual, even after she shows up. After putting on some grunge clothes and putting your hair up, you go out to the shed and grab a large tire. You roll it to the driveway and set it in front of the garage door. You lay down a tarp about the size of a car in the driveway spot in front of the tire.

You text Audrey. Ready when you are. Park on the tarp when you get here.

She responds. Be there in 10.

You go back inside and you hear your dad has gotten up and is eating breakfast in the kitchen. You join him, grabbing a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. "I have everything set up in the front," you say to him.

He grins, "Okay. I'll be out after I finish reading the paper."

You finish your breakfast quickly and brush your teeth.

You head back outside just in time to see Audrey pulling up in her maroon Volvo. You stand there directing her to park so her car is stationed right over the tarp. She kills the engine and steps out. She's in a overalls, a t-shirt and combat boots. She looks great. She comes over to you and greets you with a kiss. She sets her bag down near the tire and looks at you as if she's ready to get started.

"Ready?" you ask already anticipating the answer.

"I was born ready," she responded with a wink.

"Well, first thing's first, pop the hood."

She climbs back in her car until she finds the hood release level. She pulls it hard and the hood pops up a bit. She crawls back out, finds the release latch and lifts the hood up the rest of the way. She turns to face you, smiling. You smile back but your face quickly shows fright. She turns back in time to see her hood slam back down and relatch.

You climb in her car, pull the release level, crawl out, find the release latch and raise it up. You then find the bar to prop the hood up. Audrey looks at you as you do this. She is taking it all in, looking a little disappointed in herself.

"That's alright," you say. "Not all cars have these bars, some are held up by hydraulic cylinders."

You turn back to the garage. You unearth a giftwrapped present you've had sitting in there for a couple months.

"Is that where you keep your tools?" Audrey asks, almost laughing.

"No. I've been meaning to give this to you but wasn't sure if you'd actually like it," you say shyly.

"I'd like anything that came from you," she said encouragingly.

You give her the present. She slowly pulls back the paper to reveal a Chilton for her Volvo.

"A car repair manual?" she asks.

"So whenever your car breaks, you can take it here and we can work on it before you pay for a mechanic," you say.

"I think you are overestimating my ability to be a mechanic," she says.

"That's why it's called amateur mechanicing," you smile at her. "I've marked the pages for oil changes so we can start there today."

She opens the pages that you have marked. She looks surprised to see how simple it when it is laid out in a step-by-step manner. She stepped up on the tire you had laid out, placed the manual open on the coolant reservoir and started to search for the oil dipstick.

You watched her as she was doing this. It looked so natural. The sun glinting off the tips of her short black hair and cascading over her bare shoulders. Her black shirt gave a nice contrast to the whole scene.

"Y/N," Audrey calls.

"Y/N!" she says louder, bring you out of your reverie.

"What?" you ask quickly hoping she didn't see you staring.

"Can you help me put this back in?" she asks holding the oil dipstick high in the air.

You get your wits about you and walk over. Standing behind her, also on the tire, you look over her shoulder and search for the place the dipstick goes in. She lowers the dipstick near the hole and begins to push it in. When it gives a little resistance, she looks back and up to you for assistance. You put your hand over hers and push it in a little harder until it goes back to where it was. You can't resist and you move your free hand up and down her hip. You see her cheeks elevate slightly knowing she has noticed.

"Well, what exactly is going on here?" you hear your dad say from behind you.

You quickly remove your hand and get off the tire.

"Dad, she wants to learn about servicing her car," you say, almost pleading him to stay outside.

"It looks like you have it handled," he says with more disgust than you would like to hear.

"Mr. Y/LN, I would really appreciate if you could show me some stuff. Y/N talks about how great of a teacher you are all the time," Audrey says from behind you, catching you off guard.

You turn around and look at her with a surprised look.

Your dad replies, "Sure, I can show you some things but don't make this a regular thing."

"I won't, I just need a little help getting started," Audrey says with a smile.

Your dad walks over the car and compliments her on already having a car manual.

"I got it as a gift," she says. "I figured you and Y/N could help me with it."

--

After your dad lightened up a bit, you could see that he and Audrey were having a great time. He looked like he actually enjoyed showing her how to change the oil in her Volvo. You stayed back in the garage and made sure they were well hydrated and made sure to get them snacks, too. It kinda sucked that you weren't able to work on the car with her but watching them work was well worth it. You knew it was more important for your dad to become more comfortable being in the same space as your girlfriend.

It was also worth it to see Audrey work on her car. She looked great. Watching her laugh, learn and get dirty was like something out of a movie. It was cute when she rubbed her nose or her cheeks with her grimy hands, leaving streaks on her face. The streaks looked like war paint, as if she could look like any more of a badass. Watching her made you fall in love with her more.

Around five, you dad looked at his watch. "Oh, hey, do you guys want to grab dinner? I think we've covered enough ground today, Audrey."

This was monumental, it was the first time your dad had ever called her by her name.

"Sure," Audrey said. "Thanks again, I had a lot of fun and learned a lot."

"I'm glad, you and Y/N go wash your hands. I'll meet you in the car," he said.

Audrey heads for the door back into the house. You follow her closely. As soon as you get in and close the door behind you, you grab her arm and spin her around. Push her up against a wall and start kissing her furiously. At first she is caught off guard but as soon as she got her bearings, she kissed you back just as furiously. She placed her dirty hands on your hips pulling you closer to her. You draped your hands around her neck. She started to push you back toward the washer until you she was so close to you, you could feel the pressure on your ribs. She slowed down until she stopped kissing you. She said "We should probably get going, your dad is waiting," against your lips. "We'll finish this later," she said as she winked and headed farther into the house to wash her hands.