Cameron POV

"Hey, Cam! Wait up!" I hearfrom behind me and I turn with a grin to see my best friend, Emily, rushing towards me. She jolts to a stop in front of me and goes back to stuffing her bookbag with her stuff. The taller, brown-haired, girl grins at me and we start walking out to the buses.

"How's BA?" I ask with a grin. Yeah, BA is the name of her brother's new puppy. He's adorable! The pup, of course.

"Ahh he's soo cute! And absolutely soft! Hey, we still on for our Marvel Marathon this weekend?"

"Duh! I just finished my collection with The Incredible Hulk. Aw shit, we'll talk later. Text me!" I call over my shoulder as I head towards my bus. I get on just in time, shooting the driver a cocky grin as he shakeshis head in disapproval. The bus jerks foward, sending towards the back of the bus faster than it should and I barely miss tripping. The front of the bus is totally buzzing with little kids screaming and laughing, the middle has a ton of middle schoolers goofing off, and in the back is all the high schoolers like myself. I drop down in a seat near the back, pull out my Iron Man headphones and iPod, and put my rock playlist on shuffle. Now for the 35 minute drive home.

As soon as i'm off the bus, I head straight to my room to change into some old clothes. My mom is at work and my dad's probably working in his shed or feeding calves. My oldest sister, Amy, is married, has three kids, and lives near the Elementary School while the youngest of all my older sisters, Bobbi Jo, is at college. Yep, the youngest of four girls. It also ultimately sucks when you're the tomboy of the family. I leave my room dressed in old jeans and a tank top, throwing my hair up in a ponytail and putting a bright green bandana in as I head back to my dad's shed. My dad buys salvage titled cars, almost always Fords and mostly Mustangs, fixes them up, and sells them. But then he farms, too. I grin in greeting as I step into his 'shop' on the way to mine. See, he has this very big shed and I get a smaller one connected to the back. Not always fair, right?

"Hey, Cameron! Home already?" My dad asks from his spot with his hands under the hood of his old truck.

"It's already four, Dad. Need any help in there?"

"Just grab me a pop and i'll be fine." He replies and I roll my eyes but make my way over to the small mini fridge full of Mountain Dew and Pepsi. I grab a Dew for me and a Pepsi for him, quickly giving him his and cracking open my own.

"So, whatcha working on tonight, Cams?" My dad asks and scratches his grey/black hair.

"Well if you don't need any help, i'll prolly go back to fixing the gas cap on that go-kart."

"Ah, well, ya better get to it then. Who knows how long that will take!" He laughs and I raise an eyebrow. What's got him acting so weird.

"Yeaahh, sure. Well, if ya need any help, ya know where to find me!" I say, watching him as he rubs the back of his neck, an old nervous tick i've figured out over the years. I glance at him a couple times as I make my way over to the door and notice his expectant look. When I walk through the door, my eyes widen.

"...Dad?" I call out, shocked, and hear his deep laugh ringing loudly.

"You like 'er?" He asks and stops beside me and I turn to him, confused.

"No way." I state and his grin widens. I turn back to the car, jaw dropped. Your fuking kidding me!

"It's all yours, girl. I went to pick up an old '99. Lady said it disappeared and let me have this one instead! You'll have to do some work on 'em, though." He adds and I walk up to it and run my fingers along the black hood to rest on the side mirror of the drivers side. It's a 2005 Mustang, red with a black hood and spoiler. It's got small scratches all over the place, nothing a little touch-up can't fix, and I open the door and pop the hood. What I see under the hood, shocks me most of all. I wipe away some of the grime and grease and can't help but grin at the chrome engine. So, it's a GT-stick shift. I look up to speak and shake my head and chuckles when I realize he left me.

"Where to start?" I mutter to myself. Should probably clean the oil, the engine itself, and of course the whole car. It's full of dust! I sigh and set my can of pop down next to my stereo. I grab the cd's next to it and shuffle through them until I find an old, homemade, mix. I snort when an old one, Britney Spears' Toxic, starts playing, but I let it go.

"Fuck it all. Let's get shit started." I state firmly and grab some rags, ready to clean off this beauty.

It's 10 o'clock by the time I think it looks good enough. Well, for now. I can feel the grease on my face and can easily see it on my clothes and arms. Gross. I easily turn off the stereo with one hand and toss a couple of old cans in the garbage with the other. Score! I grab around for a clean-ish rag and wipe my hands on it, trying not to get anymore on my clothes. I take one last glance at the now clean, shiny, engine with an accomplished look on my face. I set the hood fown gently, pat it a couple times, and grin.

"See ya later, babe." I call softly and head out of my shop, to the house.

"Cameron! Don't you even think about touching anything with those dirty clothes on!" My mom automatically yells from the living room and I roll my eyes.

"I'm gonna change right now, ma. Did Bobbi Jo call?"

"Yeah, she'll be home Friday night."

"Well, i'm planning on going to Emily's on Friday..." I say slowly and shr shakes her head.

"You're sister is coming home from college for the weekend and you won't stay home to see her? Really Cameron, that's not nice." She replies disappointedly and I'm instantly annoyed.

"Mom! We've been planning this for weeks! What, am I supposed to just cancel?!" The look she gives me say 'duh' and I groan.

"Whatever then." I grumble and ignore her complaining about attitude. I take the stairs two at a time to get to my room and quickly shed my dirty clothes, trading them for comfortable sweats. I run a hand through my hair and debate going back downstairs to get ready for bed or just do straight to bed...And the latter wins! I grab my phone and start texting Emilytge bad news.

'Bobbi Jo's comin home 4 the weekend n ma says i gota stay home...sorry man'

'Thats stupid...not even 4 the day?'

'Nah but she never said i gota cancel my date wit David on friday...prolly cuz she likes him...i think shes gota pedo crush on him' I text back with a scowl. David's my almost-boyfriend. We haven't made it official or anything but i'm pretty sure that on Friday it will be.

'David? And the warden? Ugh, like a pedo porno'

'Ugh! The mental images!'

'Its true chica! Aw shit mamas yellin at me 2 go 2 bed...night bitch!'

'Alrite c u at school 2morrow lil beotch.' I set the alarm on my phone, stick it under my pillow, and sigh. Just another day in paradise, eh? Ha, yeah right. Now I can finally sleep.