<div class="floatleft">(http://favim.com/orig/201107/31/boy-car-fashion-hot-guy-jon-Favim.com-117571.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Jonathan Hellyer</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- Jason's Garage<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 1:05 pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Jaime<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>John pulled into the parking lot of Jason’s garage, scanning what cars were parked around the complex to make note of who had already arrived or not. His heart was pounding, threatening to tear a hole in his chest from pure excitement! The med student had just gotten off the graveyard shift at the hospital, dealing with wailing patients and ER calls for the past 10 hours straight. He looked like hell, eye’s slightly sunken, illustrating just how badly he needed a bit of sleep. The scrubs on his body appeared lightly wrinkled from use, the once dark blue now lightly faded from continuously being washed, clinging lightly to his male form. His shaggy brown hair was askew, locks hanging down the side of his face in every which way before framing his light green eyes. Despite how he looked like he might feel, the soon to be doctor had never been so awake and alert in his entire life!<br/><br/>Ever since he had joined up with Blaire’s crew, trying to break into the race scene, learning anything he possibly could between shifts at the hospital John had always been missing one thing. Something that separated him from all the rest, and ultimately meant he could only rise so far before hitting a brick wall. John had been absent a car, and since he was still in school he obviously did not have the means to afford one. But here he sat in the driver’s side of a brand new, fresh of the lot Mitsubishi Eclipse. Cutting off the purr of the engine John stepped out and onto the asphalt, glancing about quickly to make sure that nobody was looking or had noticed him exiting the expensive vehicle. He wanted it to be a surprise of course, and he wanted to break the news. He was already grinning like an idiot, popping the trunk of the car, instantly disappointed when not greeted by the sight of nitrous oxide canisters built into the engine of his vehicle like all the other street racers. Obviously his baby would need some work, and a new paint job to boot. But the hard part was over and done with!<br/><br/>His hand wrapped around a bottle of some shitty wine he had picked up at the liquor store while grabbing smokes on the way over. Ever the sentimental type, the man wanted to christen the arrival of his new ship with a bottle of wine like the old sailors would. The rate of his heart picked up, quickly moving towards the open hangar door of the garage and trying to spot Jamie or Jason, anybody for that matter. He only found the typical lot, some of Jason’s employees and such working on the non-competitive stuff that rich folk brought in.<br/><br/>Swelling up with a long intake of breath, John called up towards the kitchen and towards the back walls.<strong>“Guys! Guess what I bought today”</strong>holding out the bottle like it were some victory trophy.<br/>