Katie
"What's wrong?" Wyatt asks.

I give him a tired look. "What do you think is wrong?"

Wyatt rolls his eyes as he opens his door.

"Pop the hood," Wyatt yells.

I pop the hood and Wyatt leans over the front of my truck.

"I know what's wrong with it but I'll need some tools to fix it," Wyatt tells me.

I smile at Wyatt. "Thanks, but you don't have to help me."

"Shut up, I'm helping you," Wyatt snaps as he slams the hood.

"Give me like ten minutes. I'll walk home to get my tools."

I give Wyatt a grin. "I have an idea on how to get my truck home so we don't have to walk."

"Oh yeah?"

"I'll put the truck in neutral and you can push it to get it rolling. It should roll all the way home since it's mainly downhill."

Wyatt looks at me like I'm crazy.

I pat his shoulder. "It'll work. Tyler and I have done it before."

"Just not this far," I add under my breath.

I hop in the truck and slam the door shut. I slide my back mirror open and give Wyatt a thumbs up.

I see Wyatt in the rearview mirror pushing against the truck, but it's not moving. He stops and stands up straight.

"Katie baby, take your foot off the freaking brake!" Wyatt yells frustrated.

"It's not!" I argue.

"The brakes lights are on!" Wyatt yells with his hands up.

I look down suddenly heat floods my face and creeps down my neck.

I take my foot off the brake; saying nothing to Wyatt.

I see him smirk and go back to pushing the truck.

The truck slowly starts rolling down the road. Once it gains speed I hear Wyatt jump into the bed.

You probably think I'm flying down the road like a bat out of hell. But in reality, I'm barely going ten miles an hour.

My house comes into view. "We're not going to make it into your driveway," Wyatt yells.

"Yes, we are," I snap.

"Kate, your house is on an incline we're not going to make it," Wyatt argues.

I slam the back mirror shut. I don't need a backseat driver.

My truck creeps up my driveway and rolls to a stop then I put it in park.

"That was an act of God right there," Wyatt says amazed.

"Come on, my dads got tools you can borrow," I say over my shoulder to Wyatt.

I help him carry the tools back to my truck after digging through my dad's garage for said tools.

Why is it so hard for men to keep their things organized?

Wyatt starts tinkering with my truck. I run inside to get something to drink.

I take a glass and fill it with water. My eyes glance to the window facing my driveway.
Suddenly I suck water down my windpipe making me choke.

Wyatt has taken his shirt off.

The sun is beating off his tanned skin with sweat drops rolling down his back.

He bends over to grab another tool, causing his brown hair to fall into his eyes. He runs a hand through it to push it off his face.

Honestly forget high school and college this man should start modeling. Preferably swimsuits, but the cover of Teen Vogue or even covers of Adult books would do.

The title could be, 'Falling for my Greek god car mechanic' or 'My car mechanic is hotter than my car'.

He turns towards me and I get a full view of his gorgeous body. Tyler was right, Wyatt is lean, but he had a hell of a lot of muscles.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath to clear my head. Why oh why did he have to take his shirt off?

No better question. How is this hot piece of artwork, my fake boyfriend?

Damn.

"Wyatt, I brought you some water." I stutter out.

I finally stopped staring and went back outside.

He takes a couple longs gulps and I may or may have stared at his lips.

How weird would it be if I took a picture of him? You know to capture the moment.

I.

Have.

A.

Problem.

I can't text Izzy about my situation because she is with Tyler. He will see my text and I'll never hear the end of it.

Wyatt takes the rest of his water and pours it over his face. Which isn't much because he pretty much chugged the entire bottle.

I decide to make myself useful by helping Wyatt. Which means I handed him things.

And I definitely didn't sneak glances at his arm muscles flexing.

I tried to get my dad to teach me things about cars, but he didn't have the patience.

In the long run, probably wasn't the smartest thing. I own an old truck that breaks down at least every other month.

But now I have a boyfriend to work on it for me. Wait, fake boyfriend.

I notice the blinds in my neighbor's window move. My neighbor has a fourteen-year-old daughter. I bet fifty dollars she and her friends are watching Wyatt.

I don't blame them I know Izzy would have roped me into something like that.

She did, before she and Tyler started dating she would come and watch him play football with Derek in our yard.

At the time I thought it was absolutely disgusting, but now I understand why Izzy did it.

Wyatt stands straight and while he's not watching I give him a long once-over. He has grease stains on his arms and abs. Which I might add are very prominent.

He even had a little smudge on his cheek which somehow made him look even hotter.

"We're going to have to go get my Jeep to pick up a part," Wyatt tells me.

My eyes snap back up to his and I nod my head.

Luckily he didn't catch me staring.

We walk the five-minute walk to his house.

Wyatt washes his arms off with his water house and then runs inside to get his keys.

I figured he was going to grab a shirt but he didn't. Great, I don't think my heart will ever beat at its normal pace again.

It didn't help that he is wearing dark Levi jeans that hang very low on his waist.

He parks the car in front of Advanced Auto Parts.

I look over at Wyatt. "They let you go in without a shirt on?"

Wyatt scoffs. "Does me not wearing a shirt bother you?"

I feel my face scrunch up like I drank lemon juice. "Bother me? Pfff no."

Wyatt gives me a look as if he doesn't believe me. "Okay. Keep telling yourself that."

We walk in and a middle-aged man stands up from behind the counter. "Haven't seen you in a while, Wyatt."

"I know, how have you been, Dan?" Wyatt asks.

"I've been good." Dan looks at me. "Now who is this sweet thing?"

I guess my face can blush harder than it is.

"This is Katie, my girlfriend," Wyatt says leaning against the counter.

"About damn time!" Dan exclaims. "I didn't think this kid would ever get a girl."

Wyatt rubs the back of his neck and I grin. "It's nice to meet you too."

"So what y'all kids in for?" Dan asks.

"I'm looking for a part." Wyatt shows Dan a picture on his phone.

"Here, I know what you're talking about. I'll be right back," Dan says walking away.

"What are you working on?" Dan yells.

"My tuck. It's a 1994 Dodge Dakota," I respond.

Dan walks back with a small box. "Now that's badass."

We both laugh and Wyatt reaches for his wallet.

"Just Wyatt, you're not paying. If you even try to offer I will make an Instagram post with your middle name all over it." I say coldly.

Wyatt clears his throat and crosses his arms.

I pay and as we leave Dan yells, "Tell your mom I said hi."

"Will do!" Wyatt yells back.

Once we get into the car Wyatt takes a deep breath. "Dan was one of my dad's best friends. He helped me get my Jeep fixed."

I give Wyatt a small smile. "He seemed sweet."

Once we get back to my house Wyatt puts the new part in and my truck starts immediately.

I jump up and down and Wyatt smiles his signature smile.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Wyatt!" I yell.

"You're welcome, Kate."

I would hug him, but he is covered in sweat and grease. Not that it bothers me, I just don't want to take another shower.

He helps me put away my dad's tools. "You can take a shower here and stay for dinner," I tell Wyatt.

He grins. "Yes, Ma'am."

I just roll my eyes.

I show Wyatt the bathroom and then go to my room to change clothes. I put on dark grey sweatpants and a cropped blank T-shirt.

I walk into the kitchen to decide what to make for dinner.

I see a five-pound bag of potatoes on the counter and suddenly get an idea.

Homemade french fries it is. I start peeling potatoes in the sink.

I hear the shower turn off and a few minutes later Wyatt strolls into the kitchen.

"What's for dinner, Chef?" Wyatt asks plopping down on a barstool.

Without turning around I respond, "Homemade French fries."

"Wait, you can make those from scratch?" Wyatt asks.

I turn around. "You have never eaten homemade fries before?"

Wyatt shakes his head. "My mom always buys the freezer kind."

"You really need to broaden your horizons food-wise," I say teasingly.

Tyler, Izzy, Derek, and I grew up eating them. Clair would make them at least once a week. That's probably why Derek looks like a walking boulder.

Wyatt helps me slice the potatoes and get the oil ready.

The front door opens. "You make me feel like I'm living a Teenage dream, the way you turn me on. I can't sleep. Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back."

My dad walks into the kitchen singing Teenage Dream by Katy Perry.

Sounding more like a goat than Katy Perry.

He sees Wyatt and I standing at the sink. "Well hello there, I didn't know anyone was home."

I place a hand on my hip trying not to laugh. "You didn't see the cars in the driveway?"

My dad sighs. "No, I didn't notice them."

"I guess you were too busy singing," I mumble.

Wyatt chuckles and my dad frowns. "I'm going to take a shower. Wyatt, if Katie hasn't asked already, you can stay for dinner."

Wyatt gives me a lopsided smile and I glare at him.

By the time my dads is done getting changed all the fries are cooked.

"Sweetheart are you trying to give me a heart attack." My dad tells me after I fill his plate up with his third helping of fries.

I laugh. "No. Since Pig and Piglet aren't here we have a lot more fries than usual."

Wyatt looks at me. "Who's Pig and Piglet?"

"Derek and Tyler," My dad answers for me.

After we eat I take the dishes to the sink.
"No Katie, you made dinner, I'll do the dishes." My dad tells me.

I open my mouth to protest.

"Go!" My dad snaps.

Wyatt and I both run out of the kitchen towards the stairs.

"Remember, leave the door open!" My dad sings from the kitchen.

I sigh and Wyatt laughs. "Will do, Dad!"

"Wanna watch a movie?" I ask.

Wyatt plops onto my bed. "Sure."

I take my pillows and arrange them so we can lie back to watch the movie.

Wyatt is on the other side of my bed and I only have one blanket.

"Wyatt, move closer to me so we can share my blanket," I snap.

Wyatt eyes widen and his ears turn the slightest shade of pink.

He wiggles closer to me and I pull the blanket around us.

"What do you want to watch?" I ask while scrolling through movies.

Wyatt just shrugs his shoulders.

And men want to talk about women being indecisive.

"Have you seen Sweet Home Alabama?"

"No."

I click on it and place the remote on my bedside table.

I lean back till my head is resting on Wyatt's chest.

"This is one of my favorite movies, you know," I whisper.

Wyatt slowly wraps an arm around my waist. "I know you told me."

I let out a shaky breath. "Oh."

Tingles shot up my side from his touch.

One thing I do notice about Wyatt is that he smells different. It takes me a minute to realize why.

He smells like Derek I guess he used his body wash.

Ah, What a turn-off.

I like the way Wyatt normally smells.

Wyatt
About halfway through the movie, I hear a quiet snoring sound. I look down to see Katie fast asleep.

How did this girl watch movies? Every time I've watched one with her she falls asleep.

It's cute though, her snuggled into my chest asleep.

I continued watching the movie and listening to Katie's quiet snoring.

Melanie slams the truck door and runs towards Jake who's hammering iron fence posts into the sand.

It took her long enough to figure out Jake is still madly in love with her.

Of course, in every romantic movie, it has to be raining to be more dramatic.

"Hey, cowboy."

"Nice dress. Where's your husband?"

"I'm looking at him. Apparently, you and I are still hitched."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah. Why didn't you tell me you came to New York?"

"Because I needed to make something of myself."

"You about done yet?"

"What is it with you southern girls? Can't make the right decision till you tried all the wrong ones."

"At least I fight for what I want."

"And what is that Melanie? I don't even think you know."

"You were the first boy I ever kissed Jake, and I want you to be my last."

"Maybe you and I had our chance."

"Fine, have it your way you stubborn ass!"

"What you want to be married to me for anyhow?"

"So I can kiss you anytime I want."

I see why this is Katie's favorite movie. I don't like romcoms, but this movie is my only exception.

As the credits roll I see Katie's dad standing in the doorway. When he notices me looking he puts a finger to his lips.

"Lock the front door when you leave. I'm heading to bed." Mike whispers.

I look at Katie's clock and it says 10:30.

I sit with Katie for a few more minutes till I finally convince myself to stand up

Katie mumbles something and then goes back to sleep. I plug her phone into her charger and sneak out of her room.

Once I get home I send Katie a text.

Me: You fell asleep but I finished the movie. I have to say I really enjoyed it. Bobby Ray is my favorite character.

Me: Goodnight or if you're reading this in the morning. Good morning.

I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter.

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