Throwing his legs over the side of the truck, Dallas could only ignore the way the hot metal seared against the backs of his legs up to the line of his shorts. In one way it felt nice, an intense heat battling the feeling of strain on his muscles from squatting for so long. He rubbed his eyes, a bad move in an attempt to soothe the irritation. There was a small relief when they began to well with tears, giving his eyes a reprieve from the scratching. Perhaps this was how Hadley felt when they decorated themselves with makeup, dousing their eyelids in pretty colors Dallas assimilated with peacocks and good candy. He wondered if he looked good and if the shavings had given him a lovely smear of shadow, but it was too hard to see on his phone with all the sunlight beating down on them.
Hadley caught them off guard, despite the bright clothing, his blurry vision making out pink legs and something flowy; Hadley's reddish poofy mop gave them away, causing Dallas to smile.
“Hopefully nothing else, unless you know how to replace an ignition switch.” Giving the covered 350 Chevy 5.7L engine a tap with the side of his foot before sliding off to join his dear friend on the pavement. The beast weighed a little under 600 lbs, meaning the boys were trying everything in their power to revive the monster with tune-ups, fearing the price of paying someone to help them haul it off. “I... need to level the exterior counter, uh, but I can't see the level bubble and mount it at the same time-uh, but we can wait if you don't want to get dirty?” In truth, Dallas could probably manage it by propping it up, but the thought of seeing something as small as a level reader made his eyes burn.
Besides, group projects. Right?
Hadley caught them off guard, despite the bright clothing, his blurry vision making out pink legs and something flowy; Hadley's reddish poofy mop gave them away, causing Dallas to smile.
“Hopefully nothing else, unless you know how to replace an ignition switch.” Giving the covered 350 Chevy 5.7L engine a tap with the side of his foot before sliding off to join his dear friend on the pavement. The beast weighed a little under 600 lbs, meaning the boys were trying everything in their power to revive the monster with tune-ups, fearing the price of paying someone to help them haul it off. “I... need to level the exterior counter, uh, but I can't see the level bubble and mount it at the same time-uh, but we can wait if you don't want to get dirty?” In truth, Dallas could probably manage it by propping it up, but the thought of seeing something as small as a level reader made his eyes burn.
Besides, group projects. Right?