Working at the Car Wash ((Allie and Aaron))

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A tall, olive skinned man lay underneath an old BMW convertible. In his hand he had a wrench, and in the other he had a rag to wipe up the grease. He slowly rolled out from underneath the car, on a piece of sanded wood, attached to four wheels. Using the greasy rag, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, as it got hot underneath the car.


There wasn’t a mere cloud in the sky, and the sun was shining. After all, it was California; the sunshine state. He placed the wrench down, as he rubbed his hands together. The car was almost done; all it needed was a new paint job. Working at the auto shop gave him time to clear his head, and escape the world. His job was his hobby, and it was something he really enjoyed.


A man stepped up to him with a clipboard, and handed him a slip of paper. It was the information on another car he needed to fix up. ”Thanks,” he said, shaking the man’s hand. ”Do what you do best; Aaron,” he replied as he walked away, into the sun. Aaron reviewed the sheet, and then walked inside of the building, filled with air conditioning. The garage, which he worked for most of the time, only had fans to beat the heat.


Aaron passed along the slip of paper to another man, who put it in his box. It was another job, for another day. Aaron was informed that he had grease/ink on his forehead, which was what he presumed. After all, he used a dirty rag to wipe off his sweat. He should have known it would leave a mark on his head.


He walked back into the garage and went back to the car. It looked decent, for known. It would look brand new after he finished the paint job. It currently was chipped in a few places, where the red paint wore off. A new paint job would be just the thing, and one of the finest things to do at the shop.

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Allie entered the auto shop, her car had just rolled into shop and she was excited to finally get some alone time in a dusty and old mechanics shop doing one of the things she liked to do when she wasnt touring or singing, fixing cars. Usually known as a males hobby, Allie shared the same love for it as males growing up being one of the only girls on her street.

Her heels clacked against the black and smooth floor as she carried her ripped jeans and grease stained shirt over her shoulder. A young man was walking by and she asked, "Excuse me but could you please direct me to the bathroom?" She asked as she looked around for the sign that bared 'Restrooms'.

Re-emerging from the bathroom wearing her ripped shirt and Jack Purcell sneakers, her hair was tied up in a bandanna, her pin up blonde curls, showing. The guys smiled and whistled at her while some guys, twirled their rags as they whipped her ass constantly. "Hey boys." She said as she rolled her eyes, a guy handing her a tool kit and assigning her a car.

She grabbed a dolley and rolled under the elevated car, rummaging around in her tool kit to find a flare wrench and a tire pressure gage. The car had a good ammount of leakage and she requested a bucket to catch the fluids dripping from the car.

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The sound of men whistling flowed through Aaron’s ears as he leaned against the car. He wondered why his buddies could be up to now. It was probably some cheerleader who was dropping off her Lamborghini, and her boobs following out of her shirt. He didn’t like cheerleaders; they were as annoying as hell itself, and only thought of themselves. Truth be told he had never dated a cheerleader, though he had heard things about them. Most of it was stereotypical, but some of it had to be truth.


Aaron wore a black v-neck shirt and a pair of jeans. He had a pair of navy blue Vans lace ups on his feet and on bandana showing from his jean pocket. He sometimes would put the bandana around his head when it got too hot to absorb the sweat from his forehead.


A blonde holding a dolly walked by him, which a heard of hungry men checking out her butt from afar. “Oh, it wasn’t a cheerleader after all,” he thought. She looked like she knew what she was doing, but not many girls worked at the shop. They had one at the front desk, and about two who worked on cars. She didn’t seem to enjoy the attention from the guys, but they did that to any girl at the shop. At least almost any girl.


”Hey,” Aaron said, his back against the window of the car. He placed his hand on top of his eyebrow to block out the sun. His sunglasses were inside, thus, he was too lazy to get them. ”I’m guessing you’re new,” he sighed. He hadn’t seen her before, nor did the other guys; so it seemed.

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Someone was talking to her as she tore apart under the car, pipes and fluid dripping like crazy. Oil leakage perhaps? She used her legs and rolled out from underneath the car, beads of sweat dripping down her forhead as her red lips stayed in tact. "New? No. My grandfather owns this place and why do you ask?" She folded her arms over her chest eyeing him. Nosy much.

Other guys approached her and helped her up. She thanked them as they all asked. her to sign their overalls or work shirts. She laughed and grabbed a handful of colored Sharpies and began signing her name on anywhere that was available and not covered in grease. One guy was in massive shock that she was there and she laughed hard. "Allie Browning, normal lady, not super star singer." The guy laughing along with her, easing some of the awkward tension and stalker obsession that was building. She threw the Sharpies back on the desk, fanning herself with old newspapers.

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Aaron watched as she fixed up the oil leakage problem in the engine. ”Oh, yes. He’s very, uh, nice?” Aaron said as he scratched the top of his head. He had met the owner once or twice, but didn’t know much about the guy. Well, he was old, but that was about it. She didn’t seem to enjoy is company, even though he was a car length away.



As men appeared to get an autograph he realized who she was. ”No you’re not the ALLIE BROWNING?” he said in his best “fan scream,” while he waved his arms around. She seemed a little like a “tough girl” with her act going on, but it was probably to get some respect. For the ladies who worked at the auto shop, they didn’t get any respect. It was the sad truth, but they weren’t in power or anything. ”Aaron Kentz. Starbucks manager and mechanic,” he stated, using the bandana in his jean pocket to wipe of his hand. Once it looked cleaned enjoy he held it out her head with a smile. He would have said “is it clean enough princess?” though, she would have bitch-slapped him or something. For now, he kept his joke to himself.

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"Yeah he is a nice guy." Referring to her grandfather. She tossed the newspaper in the recycling bin as he approached her and did his best screaming girl impression. "You must be Aaron the asshole.. Heard many things about you. Worst impression you want to make on your boss." Knowing she had hit the nail on the head with that snide comment.

"So why don't your tools and your cocky ass self get back to work." She asked, arching an eyebrow spotting her grandfather in the window looking at the newspaper. This place was her home as she had grown up coming to the auto shop and singing in her times while she was here for the workers to keep them entertained. This Aaron kid thought he was cool. 

Other people that heard their conversation headed back to work, embarassed that they had been caught flirting with the new boss. Mortifying actually... As she went into the staff room and took a water out of the numerous coolers, taking a sip of the ice cold water as she tried not to get a brain freeze.

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Her statement blew him out of the water. ”Hey, no need for name calling,” he insisted. He felt his jaw drop a bit when she said she was his boss. He thought that her grandfather was still the boss; that was what he was told. Did he die? Wait, she said “is” which meant he was still around. ”I’m sorry, boss,” he mumbled, but clear enough for her to hear.


”Okay, okay. Sheh,” he said, raising his hands like he was under arrest. He slowly walked away from Miss. Boss-y, and farther into the garage. There he found a large airbrush and paint. Steadily he poured some of the paint into the cylinder can part of the airbrush and placed the lid on. He tightened it as best as he could as he walked back to the car. The airbrush cord followed behind him, as he hopped no one would trip on it.


Once he returned to the car he grabbed the stack of newspapers besides it and opened them up and spread them out. He wanted to make a good impression on his bossy boss, but it wasn’t going too well. Thankfully the windows on the car were already done, as Aaron had already placed trash bags over them so the paint didn’t seek in. Aaron began to paint the car lightly and evenly, as it was what he was getting paid for after all.

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As Allie was passing through the painting room she saw Aaron gently spraying the paint onto the car. She walked over and pulled the plug on the automatic mister. "I dont see a primer on there." She said pointing to the hood of the car. "Royce Red is waterproof, so putting this red color on without a primer is idiotic." She said, tossing him the cord she pulled out.

Being boss was hard, and she was being tough on Aaron because she had heard a lot of good and bad things about him, mostly a mix of compliments and complaints. Her grandfather liked Aaron even though he was a hot head and a bit of a automotive junky. She opened the door to the painting room and exited to the room, turning on the stereo to play some local music that blasted through the speakers loudly as the other workers began to bob their heads to the music as they proclaimed she should sing.

Allie shook her head and wagged her finger at them, singing at the auto shop was by far her favorite as she could go crazy but she had a lot of work to attend to. They continued to ask her to sing and she asked for the microphone as she flicked it to the on button. "Car wash." She said as she did some basic vocal excercises and climbed ontop of a stack of tires. The music started and it was the track she had recorded with Missy Elliot for the movie Shark Tale. She danced ontop of the stack of tires as she sang. Her diaphragm was squeezing together to get the notes out as she used a strong vocal adduction and riffed her ending notes. Hitting a high C6.

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Ooc. I know nothing about cars. Fml.

The paint slowly stopped coming out of the airbrush, and all that was left were a few drips of paint falling from it. ”He-“ he began, as he saw the cord in Allie’s hand. ”I already put primer on,” he explained. He caught the cord from her, and he rubbed it in his hand.


Finally she walked away, so Aaron could resume was he did best. He walked away from the car, as he needed to re-plug the cord. Aaron bent down and plugged it in before walking away back to the car. He pressed the “on” button, and paint began to slowly come out. Slowly the rust on the car could not be seen, and the paint was even. ”Ha,” he exclaimed as half of the car looked close to perfect. Next he went around to the other side and airbrushed that side to match the right side.


The faint sound of “car wash” by his new boss went through his ears, as most of the workers went to go find out what it was. Aaron ignored it, as he had seen her perform in the past, at an actual concert. She seemed to not want the fame here, but then she began to perform? It didn’t seem to make sense.

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When she had finished singing she handed the microphone back and blew a big kiss to everyone. "Thanks guys, I don't usually do that." She said jerking her thumb behind her as if to symbolize her performance that she finished just mere seconds ago. She climbed off of the stack of tires.

She pushed open the door to the office to find her grandfather examaning an old cartoon comic strip worn out terribly. Asking him what it said he gladly pushed the strip over to her as she read the little Garfield character. The joke was typical.

Her grandfather then pulled out old picture of her grandmother who had passed away 3 years ago. So beautiful. "Thanks for letting me work here... I love it." Her grandfather although not deaf just nodded his head in agreement as though he had said it with words. Odd moments they were.

It was almost time for him to go but she couldn't change anything and must go with the map already drawn out for one self. Life was a mystery and she eyed the employees through the window. 

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Aaron kept airbrushing the car, as he was almost done. He pressed the “off” button, as the last drops of paint dripped off of the airbrush. The sound of cheering distracted him a bit, though he knew that it meant that Allie finished her little song.


Aaron walked away from the car, with the airbrush still in his hand. He went back, to the back of the garage and wounded up the airbrush, and then unplugged it. Aaron clapped his hands together like he had chalk or them or something, and then rubbed his hands on his jeans.


He left the garage to go find the grandpa/old boss. He walked to the old boss’s office and faced the door. His arm bend, and his hand turned into a fist as he knocked on the door. He wasn’t here to complain about Allie or anything, not at all. Aaron was simply there to get his next assignment. Really, you’d think they would have a better system. After everyone completed their assignment they were to report back to the old man to receive his next job. Though, he was confused, since his new boss was now Allie, so then would he report back to her? Besides, he was pretty sure she didn’t have an office; yet. ”Hello,” he asked, as he knocked once more.

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"Can I get you anything gramps?" Allie asked as she rummaged around in his little mini-fridge, grabbing him his special soy milk he had to drink and pouring it in a glass that he always kept at his desk. She put the container back inside the fridge before sitting in the swivel chair on the other side of his desk helping him plan everyones new jobs.

A knock came at the door and Allie turned around in the chair. "Come on in!" She said as the door opened to find Aaron. "Hey, whats up? You finish painting the car?" She asked as she turned around to the desk to take the yellow notepad. "Well in garage eight there is a car that needs just a regular state check engine. If you could do that; that would be great!"She smiled, checking off the box that had the previous job next to it.

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Aaron stepped about one foot in to the office, to see Allie being rather cheery. ”Yeah, I finished,” he said a bit confused. She wasn’t too nice to him earlier, but now she was being sweet? It didn’t make any sense. ”Okay, sounds good” he nodded with a faint smile. He felt like it was weird if one person was smiling and the other wasn’t, so that was why he smiled. Aaron bowed his head to his ex-boss before walking away.


Aaron went to garage eight to start working on the regular state check engine. It wasn’t too complex; it just needed to be done. When he arrived at garage eight he was greeted by his friend who was heading out. ”Later,” he called after giving his a friendly pat on the back. Now, back to work.