As we pulled up to the house, Charlie came out on the porch ready to take luggage into the house.
"Hey Charlie!" I said as I got out.
"How's my favorite niece?" He yelled back as he surrounded me in a bear-hug. My favorite.
"Hey Finn, when you are done with that will you head over and help Billy?" Charlie called as a tall, handsome looking guy, in a tight white tank top, with holes and oil stains in it and saggy dirty jeans walked over to the shop.
"Sure, Charlie!" He called back in a thick, deep, British voice. Oh gosh. He's British. I watched him jog to the shop, apparently looking star-struck because Charlie and Dad noticed.
"Don't worry. He works for me so you will see quite a bit of him!" Charlie chuckled.
"Down kitty! You're too young to be liking boys!" Dad said smirking
"Yeah, yeah!" I said rolling my eyes at them both. I looked at my buzzing phone and a message from my friend Tanner read:
-is my favorite girl in town?! <3 T.
I smiled at the text as Tanner's car pulled up.
This girl's cute. And she's in town for the weekend. You better make a move. So, feeling set on the thought that I would go up and talk to that girl, I decided I would do it on my way to the car to go and help Billy.
But. Of course, some other guy beat me to it. As I got in my car I watched my pretty brown eyed girl giving some random idiot a hug.
Nice one Finny. Feeling somewhat surprisingly defeated I got into my car and drove off to Billy's. She's a little out of your league anyways right?