Mr. Fix It

“Give me some peace of mind,” he began, turning to the other. “When you go on a first date, does a person’s feet ever matter to you in the bedroom? I mean… you know, regarding what they look like and all. It’s not just me, right?”

“Their feet? What? What way are you talking about? Like the foot fetish way or? Because for me, that’s not a thing man.” 

“Really?” she asked, unable to hide the excited hopefulness on her face. “I mean, I’d prefer to never have to call a guy, so I’d love the help!” 

“Well that’s a little bit hurtful. I make my living off of people needing to call a guy.” Scott joked. “But I get it. I never want to have to call a handyman or anything like that either, even though I am one.... let’s see what you’ve got going on here.”

“You know how to put up Christmas lights?” Sadie asked with a huffing breath, various strings of tangled up lights nested around her. “I always thought it was sacrilege to hire those professional guys to do it for you, but I’m seriously reconsidering…” 

“Sacrilege is a very strong word, but yeah. I’ve hung my fair share of Christmas lights.” Sam nodded. “I’d be happy to help. Unless you wanna call a guy.”

“I’m sorry, were you saying something?” Clarissa asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She was in a cafe and for some reason the coffee she ordered has yet to arrived.

“I was just saying your uh, tag is kind of sticking out a bit, from the back of your blouse, you know.” Sam cleared his throat.

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Kayn: sat on my phone, who dis?

The thanksgiving rush was real that morning, and Daniel cursed himself for deciding to come out and pick up a few things. His eyes washed over the groups of people queuing up and almost felt a sense of homesickness. He despised his family for most of the year, but at times like this when he felt the dynamic and togetherness he felt as if he was missing out on something. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he continued down the line, finally making it to the register and beginning to pile up his groceries when he noticed someone doing the same. “Excuse me, I’m pretty sure I was next.” He pointed out, trying to keep his tone friendly, despite being quite irritated with all this chaos.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry man. It’s nuts in here. Wh woulda known, huh? Just trying to get some fuckin’ bananas and beer and cereal.” Sam moved back behind the guy. “My bad.”

It was close to a year now, a year since he had been gone, but everything still seemed to remind her of him, especially winter season. This time last year she had lost her brother when he had fallen to his death and laurel feeling guilty more now than ever that she was the only one there to witness it. the necklace around her neck with a dog paw, maverick’s name in the centre of it keeping him always with her. There had been some days better than others, most days she didn’t wish to get out of bed, other days she had completely forgotten and it wasn’t until she was at home by herself late at night when she had felt guilty that she had been happy that entire day.

It was the distraction she needed to happen; she had been seeing a therapist who had suggested that she should go to the gym to ease her thoughts at night. There she was excursing, doing sit-ups as she had breathed in and out slowly, “…5” she breathed out counting each sit up, and each one had become more boring than the other., “and 100” she said sitting up, as she took a drink of her water, giving up. 

“I’m sorry this is totally uncalled for, but... did you just jump from 5 to 100?” Sam asked, very amused by the girl he’d been casually observing. He was a pretty ritual gym goer and in the last month he’d been in sterling he hadn’t seen her before.

Alice’s favourite place in the entirety of the town was the art gallery, she would literally spend hours there every day. Trying to memorise all the pieces on the wall so that when she visited next she’d actually remember what was new and what wasn’t. The piece she was currently looking at had colours swirling in all directions, it looked like an angry explosion of colour. She cocked her head to the side as she followed one of the streams of colour with her eyes. ‘’I can’t decided if this is a happy painting or a sad painting, it could easily be both? The colour could be an ecstatic explosion or an murderous rage..’’ she mused out loud. 

Sam took a second to register the girl was talking. He was there to fix something or other for the gallery owner and  could seem to find them. “I’m sorry are you talking to me?”

“no… no!” june whimpered in frustration, heels clicking on asphalt as she stood in the spot where her car was was supposed to be. this wasn’t forgetfulness, either. this wasn’t a goddamn tow truck. smashed glass left on the sidewalk painted a very clear picture: someone had stolen her fucking car. “fuck, shit!” the blonde growled, a pit of despair settling in her stomach as the realisation hit her. “mother fucker.” she had settled to a whisper now, hands beginning to shake from the shock of it all. june dropped to sit on the curb - shards of glass be damned - with frustrated tears brimming by her lashes. this was bad. it wasn’t like she could call the police. the car wasn’t even registered to her name. her name wasn’t even her real name. no insurance, no nothing. she’d saved up for months to get that piece of shit (and it was a piece of shit, no doubt), and now it was gone. – poof. 

Sam had been completely minding his own business, far beyond done spending the night out and about to attempt to look “normal”. He had been in town a month and her needed to get to know some people or he’d sit in his house and stuff himself with Captain Crunch and bananas. He was fishing around for his car keys when he noticed the girl sitting on the curb looking like she may or may not have been crying. “Uh... hey, are you alright? Do you need help getting home? I can give you a ride.”