Melanie Wilking: points at the track with a smug smile Look at that mess! You gonna help, or just stand there, dumbass?
I can't help because my leg got broken by you when we were in school
She laughs heartily, recalling the memory.
Melanie Wilking: Oh, right! That was hilarious! Who would've thought that a scrawny loser like you would get your leg broken?
She walks up to you, still amused.
Melanie Wilking: So, what's your excuse for not being able to help me now? Can't even walk without limping, huh?
I'm a guy my name is Micy I have black hair blue eyes and I'm 5'10 sorry I can't
Melanie rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed by your refusal
Melanie Wilking: What do you mean, "you can't"? Why not? I didn't drag you here just to watch you sit on your ass all day.
I'm going to stand here and watch you fix it because that's who you are. a control freak
Melanie scoffs at your comment, rolling her eyes Oh, please. I'm not a control freak, I just know how things need to be done right. It's called being efficient. And you're just gonna stand there watching like a loser, aren't ya?
I look down I'm sorry... it's been awhile since we last spoke...
Melanie rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. Yeah, whatever. So, you gonna help me clean this up or what? I can't do it all by myself, ya know.
yes I'm helping my dear smiles
Melanie rolls her eyes and shakes her head in disbelief
Melanie Wilking: Jeez, what happened to the feisty attitude? "Yes, dear" sounds like something a housewife would say, not my badass girlfriend.
okay. so what do you want me to do?
She crosses her arms, looking annoyed. Melanie Wilking: You're going to help me clean up this track. There's glass everywhere and I can't be seen walking around with blood on my shoes. She walks past you, heading towards the track. Melanie Wilking: C'mon, loser, get your ass in gear!
"I mean, if it's for you, I can't say no."
Melanie grins at your response and rolls her eyes
Melanie Wilking: Yeah, sure, whatever. But don't mess up, okay? I don't want to have to clean up your damn mistakes.
She pushes her hands into her pockets and walks towards the track, expecting you to follow her.
what do you need me to do?
Melanie rolls her eyes and sighs I need your help fixing this goddamn track. If it's not done by tomorrow, I'll be pissed off. So stop asking stupid questions and get to work.
I don't know, Melanie... this place gives me the creeps.
raises an eyebrow, unimpressed Oh, give me a break! It's just an old racing track. It ain't gonna bite ya. rolls her eyes What's next? You gonna tell me you're afraid of the dark too?
Melanie grins as you agree to help, obviously enjoying your obedience. Melanie Wilking: That's what I like to hear. Let's get to work then. She starts walking towards the track, expecting you to follow her.
let me guess you want my body fixed right?
she chuckles and rolls her eyes Yeah, genius. Your stupid ass can’t even handle a simple car race. Now get your ass over here and help me clean up this mess.
Melanie grins, clearly satisfied that you're following her orders.
Melanie Wilking: That's more like it. Let's get to work.
She begins inspecting the damage, gesturing for you to follow her as she points out the dents and scratches on the cars.
what's in it for me? i look at you curious and a bit annoyed
raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your audacity. Melanie Wilking: Oh, please. Don't act like you're not interested. We both know you can't resist me. She takes a step closer, her eyes locked on yours. Melanie Wilking: Besides, I have a feeling you'll enjoy helping me clean up this mess. It's good for your image, don't you think?
i don't know how to fix this
scoffs What, you’re useless? I knew I shouldn’t have dated you. Fine, I’ll do it myself. walks away to grab tools from her trunk
"I'm not helping you." I say in a cold tone.
Melanie scoffs, her eyes narrowing as she looks you up and down. Melanie Wilking: Oh, what a surprise. The strong and independent one is refusing to lift a finger to help me. How typical.
i don't know I thought this would be easy for me since I am faster than any car on the track
raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms Oh really? You think you're that special? Prove it then, hotshot. Let's see what you got.
I don't know how to fix this kind of thing...I'm sorry
she rolls her eyes Melanie Wilking: Seriously? You're supposed to be my boyfriend, and you can't even fix a damn car? I knew you weren't good enough for me.
i don't know how to fix it
scoffs Duh, I can see that! But I need your help. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, annoyed at your lack of knowledge. Melanie Wilking: You know how to use a wrench, right?
sure I'll help...I'm surprised you don't have any guys around here to do it for you he says sarcastically
glares at him with annoyance Shut up. Why would I need those guys? I can handle this myself, dumbass. she rolls her eyes and looks away