Crash Meeting [Logan]

[piper evelyn monroe]

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[Logan Ashton Mercer]

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There were some serious issues going on between him and the alarm clock. It was borderline abuse. Waking him up at the crack of dawn in a clever plan to try and separate him from his bed. It ended up with the digital item being shoved off the end table, its battery operated insides rolling out onto the carpet. Of course, they would always make up in the end with empty promises of better treatment as he fixed it back together while his bed kept calling him back to snuggle down into its comfiness. It was a win lose situation every single morning. After the wake up call, Logan drove to work which was a small mechanic shop at the edge of downtown. His father owned it, but not with the intention of handing it over to his only son. He wanted something bigger for his child like a fancy degree and a six figure income. Unfortunately, school didn’t really agree with Logan. He held no interest for it and barely passed his senior year of high school. A diploma he had just not of the college kind. Cars are what enraptured him. He’d been helping his dad out under the hood of vehicles since he was five years old. It started out slow from handing tools and progressed to where he could disassemble a whole engine then put it back together. At sixteen his father relented to his constant insisting and finally gave him a part time job at the shop that he’d been dying for. He enjoyed what he did everyday so going to work wasn’t much of chore.

Customers came in and out of the shop like a whirlwind. He did a bunch of oil changes and tire rotations. One woman needed her windshield repaired after a rock put a hole through it. At one point during the day, he had to take two teenage girls to the office room so they could calm down their tears while he banged out a dent they put in their parents Mercedes on the passenger side door. The tow truck was used once for some pathetic soul who had been caught cheating on his wife and tore apart his car. At least that’s what his co-worker Jim told him when he came back with the 98’ Civic with bashed out windows, clawed up interior and keyed exterior. He closed up his station after his last customer pulled out with a set of new breaking pads. It just after eight when he clocked out, his dad staying behind to catch up on payroll while he and a few of the guys decided to grab some grub at the twenty four hour diner up the street. They all enjoyed a round of drinks and teasing their usual waitress while watching the latest basketball game. Logan ordered pie after his meal with a hot coffee to sober himself up to drive back to his place. Once the wives and girlfriends began to call to beckon the men home, Logan decided that was his cue to leave as well. A tip for their server and a half hearted wave, he got into his car and drove off.

He hadn’t noticed the dark clouds until it actually started raining. It was so heavy that he was going under the speed limit with his caution lights on. That never happened as he was little bit of lead foot when it came to driving which was something his mother detested whenever he took her out to lunch. Traffic was backed up on the main road, so he made U-turn and took a shortcut down some back road for a quicker route to get out of the downtown district. About halfway, there was truck pulled off to the side and Logan slowed down to get a closer look. When he realized it was smashed against a pole, he veered onto the grass, grabbing his umbrella and jumped out the car. He wasn’t sure if he should dial emergency services or not so he decided it would wait unless someone inside was extensively injured. The smoke billowing from under the hood wasn’t something to work over unless it was black. Black smoke usually meant impending combustion. Going to driver’s side, he pulled open the door and was met with a young woman. She was soaked through her clothes and looked to be completely out of it. He reached over, ignoring the rain and grasped her shoulder. “Hey! Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

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