leave.”
“Fine.” I
pulled my hoodie down and walked to the door.
“Jamie
Stark. Oh my God, you have to meet my girlfriend. We’re such big fans. I saw
you in Rising Christ. You were so cute!” Ryan squealed.
I glared at
Ryan for calling me cute, but quickly put on a smile.
“Thank you.
I’m not sure about visiting your girlfriend, I’m trying to buy a car.”
“Mr Stark, I
would be happy to show you our finest. What were you looking for?” The salesmen
asked eagerly.
“I didn’t
bring any form of identification.”
“I’m sure we
can get around that, the manager shouldn’t have a problem.”
“I wouldn’t
expect you to break your policy.”
Ryan gave me
a look. I nodded slightly and he leapt into action.
“You were in
the paper the other day, you could use that, but you have to sign it for me
first.” Ryan went running outside and brought a paper from the nearest shop. I
made polite conversation with the salesman until he came back. He ran back in
and held the paper up to my face.
“That’s him.
That’s actually him.” Ryan started shouting and screaming. When people looked
he pointed at me.
“Let me see
that.” I snatched the paper from his hand and started to read the article. “Oh
my God. I’m in the paper. Why? They’re watching me, always watching me. Are
they here? Did you tell them I’m here?” I clung to the salesman.
“Sir, if you
would like to calm down. We can go into the office.” He went to guide me in the
direction of the office.
“You’re one
of them. Help, Help he’s going to kill me. It’s the aliens, they’ve gotten to
him.”
The man
jumped back and shook his head, muttering and several people stared.
“You have to
save me.” I fell to my knees and begged Ryan.
“Sure man.”
He pulled me up and we walked to the door as if nothing happened. We sat in the
car Graham organised earlier and went on to another garage.
“Did you
like the cars?”
“They
weren’t that great. You realise someone took a photo of me holding a picture up
to your face?”
“You realise
that the receptionist filmed the whole thing? It’s already on Youtube.” I
handed Ryan my phone and he laughed at the screen.
“Hey, Foxy
just sent you a message. I had a great time this morning. I love the clothes,
they’re sexy as hell. What the hell man. You’re project is some girl you’re
screwing?”
“Bastard.” I
grabbed my phone back and put it in my pocket.
“So you’re
dating?”
“No. I make
a habit of giving people sexy clothes for breakfast. Graham says it helps with
my fan base.”
“So who’s
Foxy?”
“A model I
met at some show a while back. She’s in town for the day. Could we drop it?”
I played the
video all the way through and looked at the comments.
“What’s up?
You don’t stay quiet about stuff like this.”
“I’m not going
to talk about it ok? We’re not women; we don’t need to talk about our feelings
all the time.”
Ryan gave me
a funny look then started to read the comments on his own phone. Occasionally
he would read one out (Poor Jamie, he’s sick. I’ll make him better etc.) or
laugh. He always liked to read the comments about him, so I pointed out some
where he featured. At the next garage I brought a Red Lamborghini Aventador,
which would be ready in a few weeks. It was way over what I’d ever spent on a
car before but I treated it as an investment. I figured if I wasn’t allowed to
drive that often then I may as well treat myself when I could.
Foxy
Jones- So, I’m a bit concerned. I was just checking that the aliens hadn’t
gotten to you earlier.
Me- You
saw that, huh? Am I as good as everyone says ;-)
Foxy
Jones- I think you might be better, but to spare your ever growing ego I’ll
keep that between us.
Me- Good,
good. Does this mean Jake doesn’t like me again now?
Foxy
Jones- What do you mean again? I’m not sure if ever liked you before :P
Me-
That’s just mean. I’m in trouble with Graham now,
“Fine.” I
pulled my hoodie down and walked to the door.
“Jamie
Stark. Oh my God, you have to meet my girlfriend. We’re such big fans. I saw
you in Rising Christ. You were so cute!” Ryan squealed.
I glared at
Ryan for calling me cute, but quickly put on a smile.
“Thank you.
I’m not sure about visiting your girlfriend, I’m trying to buy a car.”
“Mr Stark, I
would be happy to show you our finest. What were you looking for?” The salesmen
asked eagerly.
“I didn’t
bring any form of identification.”
“I’m sure we
can get around that, the manager shouldn’t have a problem.”
“I wouldn’t
expect you to break your policy.”
Ryan gave me
a look. I nodded slightly and he leapt into action.
“You were in
the paper the other day, you could use that, but you have to sign it for me
first.” Ryan went running outside and brought a paper from the nearest shop. I
made polite conversation with the salesman until he came back. He ran back in
and held the paper up to my face.
“That’s him.
That’s actually him.” Ryan started shouting and screaming. When people looked
he pointed at me.
“Let me see
that.” I snatched the paper from his hand and started to read the article. “Oh
my God. I’m in the paper. Why? They’re watching me, always watching me. Are
they here? Did you tell them I’m here?” I clung to the salesman.
“Sir, if you
would like to calm down. We can go into the office.” He went to guide me in the
direction of the office.
“You’re one
of them. Help, Help he’s going to kill me. It’s the aliens, they’ve gotten to
him.”
The man
jumped back and shook his head, muttering and several people stared.
“You have to
save me.” I fell to my knees and begged Ryan.
“Sure man.”
He pulled me up and we walked to the door as if nothing happened. We sat in the
car Graham organised earlier and went on to another garage.
“Did you
like the cars?”
“They
weren’t that great. You realise someone took a photo of me holding a picture up
to your face?”
“You realise
that the receptionist filmed the whole thing? It’s already on Youtube.” I
handed Ryan my phone and he laughed at the screen.
“Hey, Foxy
just sent you a message. I had a great time this morning. I love the clothes,
they’re sexy as hell. What the hell man. You’re project is some girl you’re
screwing?”
“Bastard.” I
grabbed my phone back and put it in my pocket.
“So you’re
dating?”
“No. I make
a habit of giving people sexy clothes for breakfast. Graham says it helps with
my fan base.”
“So who’s
Foxy?”
“A model I
met at some show a while back. She’s in town for the day. Could we drop it?”
I played the
video all the way through and looked at the comments.
“What’s up?
You don’t stay quiet about stuff like this.”
“I’m not going
to talk about it ok? We’re not women; we don’t need to talk about our feelings
all the time.”
Ryan gave me
a funny look then started to read the comments on his own phone. Occasionally
he would read one out (Poor Jamie, he’s sick. I’ll make him better etc.) or
laugh. He always liked to read the comments about him, so I pointed out some
where he featured. At the next garage I brought a Red Lamborghini Aventador,
which would be ready in a few weeks. It was way over what I’d ever spent on a
car before but I treated it as an investment. I figured if I wasn’t allowed to
drive that often then I may as well treat myself when I could.
Foxy
Jones- So, I’m a bit concerned. I was just checking that the aliens hadn’t
gotten to you earlier.
Me- You
saw that, huh? Am I as good as everyone says ;-)
Foxy
Jones- I think you might be better, but to spare your ever growing ego I’ll
keep that between us.
Me- Good,
good. Does this mean Jake doesn’t like me again now?
Foxy
Jones- What do you mean again? I’m not sure if ever liked you before :P
Me-
That’s just mean. I’m in trouble with Graham now,
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