(Funny thing is, my dad actually is a veteran mechanic lol)

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Zephyr tweaked something else before putting the cover on and closing the hood. "No problem. I wasn't raised by a verteran mechanic for nothing." He joked, backing up. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow!" He waved before walking back out to the front and driving home.

Lol wow!)

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Sophia took her car for a test run around the block before coming home again. When she got to her room, she heard a knock on the balcony door. Blake had crawled over. Just them, a peice of paper slid under the door. Sophia picked it up and read it

"I am so sorry Sophia. For everything I did or didn't do. Please forgive me -Blake"

Soohia crumpled it up and threw it away, goign to sleep as soon as she laid down.

In the morning Zephyr's eyes fluttered open to bright light. He rolled over slowly and froze. Was he seeing that wrong? He rubbed his eyes. Holy crap. It was only 10 minutes before school started. With a yelp He crashed out of bed, threw on his clothes, bolted downstairs, and drove way too fast on the way to school. He pretty much bolted through the halls and skidded into class exactly 24 seconds before he would've been late. With a relieved sigh he collapsed. After both his classes he stumbled to the cafeteria with a small groan, rubbing his face with his hands. His hair stuck everywhere from lack of brushing and he looked a little like Darth Sidious.

Sophia woke up early, having enough time to shower and actually eat breakfast. She left school in her own car! The closer to school got, the closer she got to seeing Zephyr again. Her heart fluttered at the thought. She had practice again today. Sophia was in class when she heard the bell ring. When she got to art class, she stared at her paper. Izzy was on the other side of the room today. Sophia couldn't think of what to draw... or color... or paint... or do anything with! She looked like she was going to cry when she walked into the lunchroom. When she plopped down at the lunch table, she pulled out her sketchbook. "See this? It's nothing. This is why I hate art. I can't do it. I have artist block and I'm going to die over it!" She flicked her gaze over to Zephyr, ignoring his terrible appearance. "No sleep?" She teased

By the time Sophia came into the cafeteria Zephyr's head was on the table. He slowly lifted it as he heard her voice. "Every artist gets artists block like every writer gets writers block. It's working through it that makes you go from good to great." He all but mumbled, dropping his head again. "Ugh. I didn't fall asleep till 4 am, my throat makes me sound like a frog, I have a bruise the size of Jupiter, and I look like a bad looking zombie." He lofted his head with a heavy sigh. "Beeecause I woke up about 3 seconds before class started and my brain still hasn't appeared yet. I think I rushed so fast I left it in bed." He snorted.

Sophia shook his shoulder as he spoke. "Why didn't you go to sleep until 4?" She couldn't fathom staying up that long. "I'm sorry Blake punched you. Is there anything I can do about it?" She looked around the room for a second before looking back at Zephyr. "I have practice tonight. Do you?" She tilted her head

"I couldn't fall asleep! Why else would I stay up that long? My brain was like a spaceship roller coaster wheel." Zephyr snorted, pushing himself up slightly so it looked like he wasn't completely dead. "Naww, it's fine, I shouldn't have complained." He winced a little. "Yeah, coach is FINALLY letting us back. I'm just hoping I don't die of sleep deprivation in the middle of practice." He said drily with a small smile.

Sophia giggled and gave him a little shove. "Whatever. Are you going to be alive enough to watch me practice afterwards? Coach says we're having an extra hour of practice" she groaned. "This is going to be great"

Zephyr grinned a little, the most he could muster. "Maybe. I've got down my I'm-dead-but-as-a-zombie-so-im-technically-still-alive facade. Sooo I can probably stagger over there and watch." He joked before looking a little sympathetic. "Haaaave fun." He snorted a little, eating, like, the single piece of food he took.

Sophia rolled her eyes. "Yet you still have enough brains left to joke around" she could feel the eyes staring into her back. People just couldn't leave them alone could they?