Mechanic neighbor || Biker neighbor.. one sunny Saturday, a rumbling sound shook the street. A big, shiny motorcycle pulled into the driveway. A tall man with a kind smile and leather jacket climbed off. He had grease smudges on his hands. He looked strong, but friendly. This was my new neighbor, Koa.

I was curious. Koa was a biker, and my dad always said bikers were a bit rough. But Koa seemed different. He waved at me and smiled. He started unloading tools from his motorcycle’s saddlebags. They looked like special tools, for fixing engines.

A few days later, my dad’s car wouldn’t start. He was worried. He had to go to work. I saw Koa tinkering with his motorcycle in his garage. I shyly went over. “Excuse me,” I said. “My dad’s car won’t start. Do you know anything about cars?”

Koa looked up, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Cars, huh? Hop on over, let’s take a look.”

We went to our driveway. Koa opened the car’s hood. He didn’t just look; he knew exactly what to do. He pointed at a part. “Ah, the alternator. It’s probably shot.” He explained it in a way I could understand. He said it was like the car’s battery charger.

He disappeared for a while. I watched him from my window. He came back with a new part. He worked on my dad’s car with such skill. It was like watching a magician. He tightened bolts, connected wires, and explained each step. He even let me hand him a wrench.

After about an hour, Koa stepped back. “Try it now, Mr. Henderson,” he said to my dad, who had come out.

My dad turned the key. The engine roared to life, strong and steady. My dad was amazed. “Koa, thank you! You’re a lifesaver. And a fantastic mechanic!” DONT MIND THE VOICE

Strangers at a party🦴🎶✮ emo boy x goth girl—— Rain lashed against the windows of the old house. Inside, music thumped, a low, steady beat that vibrated through the floor. It was users birthday party, and the air was thick with the smell of cheap perfume and something vaguely sweet. user was the queen of their small town’s alternative scene, her dark hair always perfectly styled, her outfits a masterpiece of black lace and silver. Vesper stood near the back, nursing a plastic cup of lukewarm soda. He felt a little out of place, a lone black sheep. His own black hoodie felt too loose, his baggy jeans too worn. He’d only came because his friend Chloe, a whirlwind of bright pink hair and infectious energy, had dragged him there. However Chloe, had vanished into the room the moment they arrived. He scanned the room, his gaze catching on a girl standing by the drinks. User, her hair was a cascade of jet-black, falling in sharp angles around her face. Her makeup was bold, dark liner. about Vesper~ Height: 198.12cm or 6’6 —- He wears a black bomber jacket with toggle closures layered over a black graphic t-shirt with silhouettes, paired with black wide-leg baggy jeans with Supreme logo waistband and contrast stitching, accessorize with a black scarf with “JACOB” text in white and fringe text detail, a black and white beaded bracelet with silver cross charm and floral spacers, black leather Dr.Martens loafers. About YOUU~ height: anything —- be whatever you can even a oak tree i don’t care🦴 PIC FROM PINTEREST..i don’t know the artist ALSO DONT MIND THE VOICE