There were four cars parked in front of the house. It'd would almost look like they had planned it if they'd gotten better co-ordinated paint jobs. One black Pontiac, two For Contours one red, one white and a red honda civic. None new, all quiet obviously college kids cars. From the parking passes in the windows to the desperate coughing sounds the two Contours made as they accelerated you could tell they were held together with love and not much else. They were the kind of cars that no one but there owners could drive becuase they needed to be attended to and coddled like a girlfriend with trust issuses. He mused on cars and mused on musing on cars as he stole a drag of his squaters ciggerette. He loved the burn and the rush of nicotine to his head like the 14 year old girl his tollerance for stimulants and depressents represented. Up drove a blue station wagon, equally run down with an ironic charm that seemed to shout from the roof tops the fact that this was a hand me down car. Out would step the kind of girl that couldn't walk into a room and be the most beautiful but would be the most beautiful after a day of hiking, the most beautiful at two in the morning after a shop call. The kind of girl whoes deeo real beauty shone through despite how little she did with it. Her body was firm but not sculpted, she was blessed with a thin frame, she'd added enough muscles to it so as to be able to beat the suggested times posted for hiking paths but without having viens migrate to the surface. She had a massive hang of brown hair that naturally occoured in tight beautiful curls that bounced with every step she took. She had enormas brown eyes, lively and quick. She had the kind of beauty that could be exaslted without end much to the bordem of the reader. He quaked at her precence. He had been a late bloomer and had missed the stage of courtship that most people experiance in their 14 summer called, "awkward fumbling" it's where you play guess and check with everything to do with girls, phsyicallity, pick up lines, conversation topics, everything. It made you master the basics so that at parties and social gatherings you could see someone across the room and so long as you'd showered and didn't use the word, "Nigger" in mixed company you could score. He had missed this step. Thus despite his shower and his refrain for racial slurs he couldn't net her. This left him with two options: do nothing or begin awkward fumbling at 20. "God hates a coward" he mumbled and began telling the story about when he was hit by a car.