Lyon Novel – My boy Jared had been going on for weeks about his childhood friend. Some chick named Kat that was moving here from Arizona.
Why anyone would want to move here was beyond me, but her dad was here, supposedly, and she was coming to live with him. The way Jared talked I imagined some timid little thing afraid of her own shadow. The way he made it seem like he’d spent their summers together protecting her from everything.
I didn’t really have time for that type; they usually just got on my nerves. Always afraid to try new things! Jared was dying to bring her to meet the crew when she landed, and I wasn’t too jazzed about it, but it was his deal, so whatever. “So, Colt I was thinking.” “What were you thinking, Jared?” I tightened the front wheel of the beauty I was working on. “Why don’t you give Kat the job as receptionist.
You haven’t found anyone to fill the position so far, and I think she would be perfect.” “I don’t know man, the way you talk, I’m not sure she would fit in here.” “You won’t know until you try, come on, what’ll it hurt?” “Let me think about it, okay? I’m not making any promises.” I wiped the oil off my hands as I looked over my handy work. “Good enough.
Thanks man, I just knew she would be perfect.” “You got the hots for this chick?” “Who, Kat? Nah, she’s like my sister man. I just feel I have to look out for her, ya know?” “Okay, I hear you, when’s she coming again?” “She’ll be here in a couple days; I’ll bring her around either way for you guys to meet her.” “Sure, Jared, I’ll get back to you before then.
If anything, I can always give her a trial run.” He trotted off with a grin, so I’m pretty sure he thought it was a done deal, but we’ll see. Like I said, I don’t have time for timid little girls. My crew was a rough and rowdy bunch, and I’m the only refined one in the bunch, but I’m no prince. Yes, we needed a receptionist.
The last one was trying way too hard to get slept with, and I never defecate where I eat, so she had to go. If I’d been remotely interested in hitting the skins, then I might’ve broken her off a piece before sending her on her way, but nah. I’m not as disordered as I sound, at least, I tell myself I’m not. I come from a refined family that has money, prestige, and the whole nine yards, but for some reason around year sixteen, I decided to break out.
I said back off to the preppy schools, and Harvard medical that was glaring me in the face, and I decided to pursue my own joy. Thankfully I have a father who backs his kids above all else, or my mom would’ve guilted me into doing some thing that would’ve made me miserable for the rest of my days.