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It was time for a trade-up. For once, he didn’t mean with people; Russell had released his last year’s model car for the newest, and all without using a dime of his own money. Slick black. 2020. Chevrolet Corvette. American made, like God intended. The car hadn’t been officially out for the public consumption, but with Prometheus’ pull and Russell’s own ways it somehow happened. But like all good and stolen things, they had to come to an end the moment he stepped back outside to see someone pull up right beside it and slam their door into it.
“Get your goddamn foreign piece of shit away from here or learn how to drive!”
Tyler James Hunter wasn’t necessarily the best driver in the world, never had been. Hell, he’d only learned how to drive within the last couple of years. His brother had taught him, always having been the one to drive them around as teenagers, so Ty had never taken the time to learn. It was unnecessary until the two of them had gone separate ways. He’d been taking the car for a test drive, an older model from a few years back, and didn’t realize he’d parked so close to another car. As he squeezed out from the drivers seat, Tyler’s cheeks flushed red, the embarrassed blush even more obvious thanks to how fucking pale he was. “Shit, sorry,” He murmured, lifting a hand to push through his hair, shrinking a bit - he’d always been the one to get scared of other people, his brother Skyler always standing up to others. He just couldn’t do it. “I, uh - I’m sorry.” He said again, not really knowing what else to say, clearly flustered. “I didn’t mean to, honest.”














