“Ok, Joey, this is what आप gotta do. आप हटाइए the gear into drive right? Because that’s what आप gotta do; drive. And आप lightly put your feet on the gas. Lightly. Unless you’re racing but आप shouldn’t do that… But if आप do I won’t tell your mother. Anyways , feet lightly on the gas, and आप see, आप हटाइए forward. I’m not even touching the wheel. आप don’t want to have a death grip on the wheel, that’s bad. So when आप want to turn, आप gotta line up your mirrors with the corner you’re turning at, like this. And then आप turn the wheel, and straighten it back out… Ok now at this corner आप do the same thing, but आप just gotta watch for traffic.” द्वारा this time we had made our way around the block. “You think आप got it bud?” I ask Joey.
“Steven Randel, what do आप think you’re doing?” My wife (Y/N) yells from the front lawn.
“Teaching Joey how to drive.” I shrug.
“You’re teaching our six साल old how to drive?” I look at Joey in the passenger seat, grinning like mad.
“Yeah.” I answer. “It’s a life skill.”
“Steven Randel, what do आप think you’re doing?” My wife (Y/N) yells from the front lawn.
“Teaching Joey how to drive.” I shrug.
“You’re teaching our six साल old how to drive?” I look at Joey in the passenger seat, grinning like mad.
“Yeah.” I answer. “It’s a life skill.”
I chuckle. I was sitting outside of the community college on the steps, waiting for Soda to come pick me up. He was late; as usual.
“Yes. I it’s quite refreshing actually.” I tell (Y/N), looking up at the rain.
“Cleanses the mind?” She laughs, sitting down अगला to me.
“Your hair is gonna get all wet.”
“I don’t care.” She shrugs.
“I thought girls cared about their hair. Especially girls with pretty hair.”
“You really think I have pretty hair?” She laughs.
“Yeah I do.” I grin.
“You don’t seem like the type to be all cute.”
“Well, maybe I like आप that much to be that type.” I grin.
“Really?” She grins, tilting her head to the side.
“Really.” I smile, leaning in as the sparks fly.