[Hyde POV]
"Why are you not there?" Jackie asked as we watched the public access channel on the tv.
Pastor Dave and Bruce Rockwell were the ones who pulled the numbers for the lottery winners. Eric
was there too, filming some behind the scenes footage. Donna followed him to see it live.
"I'm lazy." I replied, drinking cola from the glass bottle.
Kelso laughed, "You don't want to deal with Pastor Dave. Didn't you?"
I smirked, "You caught me." Fez, Jackie and Kelso laughed.
Pastor Dave even did a couple of sermons while he pulled out the names. I was really glad I wasn't
there otherwise I'd already lose my patience with him.
"Tiffany Thompkins? Isn't that the pretty girl from the drama club?" Kelso said as he heard her
name.
"Pretty?" Jackie raised an eyebrow, a little insecure.
"No– No Jackie. She's fine. She's not as pretty as you." Kelso said
quickly.
"She's the only girl who got the prize." Fez muttered.
Now for the consolation prize, Bob actually won a car speaker. That guy has some serious luck.
After watching the lottery, I went out to go to the cafe. It was closing, but I promised Brooke we
would hang out inside.
I made some coffee and took out the cakes from my internet delivery.
Brooke arrived a couple minutes later, wearing a blue blouse with polka dots and ribbon, her skirt
reached up to her shin.
"I'm sorry I'm late. I have to put away some books alone." She said as she hugged and kissed me
slightly.
"Why are you doing it alone?" I asked.
"The other librarian went home early to check the public access contest or something." She replied,
obviously not caring about it.
I snorted slightly, wondering what her reaction would be if she knew I was the organizer for that
draw.
"What?" She laughed slightly as she saw my reaction.
"Nothing. So, did you have a good time at work today?" I asked, pouring the milk tea in her mug.
"Nothing really happened today. Some kids confessed their
undying love to me. The usual stuff." She said jokingly.
"Well, I get it. I have had a huge crush on you while we were at school. Everytime I see you, it's
like you're moving in slow motion."
She blushed and nudged me with her elbow, "Shut up. I'm not that hot."
"You are to me." I smiled and grabbed her hand. Her face turned slightly dazed as I kissed the back
of her right hand.
She quickly shook it off and went to the bookcase. "Did you put any new collection on here?"
"Not really. Only one or two people were reading in the cafe. There's not many readers here, only
kids who hang out after school. A lot of them were dancing."
"Dancing?" She was taken aback.
I nodded and said, "Yup." I went to the jukebox and put on a song.
{Raspberry – Go all the way}
Brooke broke into laughter. "Are you trying to hint at something?" She giggled.
{♫♪ "Baby, please (Baby) go all the way. It feels so right (Feels so right).♫♪ }
"I don't know what you're talking about. I pick this randomly."
"Oh, sure you did." She mocked playfully.
She stood in front of me and wrapped her hands around my neck. I pulled her waist closer abruptly. She giggled and blushed.
We began to sway to the music while looking into each other's eyes.
She touched my sideburn a bit and said, "I never go out with… you know. Not… brainy guys before."
"You mean, not a geek?" I teased.
Brooke licked her lips a bit as she laughed. "Alright. Geeks." She touched my hair on the back of
my head, playing with it a bit.
"You really love my hair huh?" I said, slightly in disbelief.
"I mean, it's so soft." She was taken aback. "Do you hate me touching it?"
"Not really. I don't think much of it." I replied. We went into a deep silence. She stared into my
lips, and I did the same thing to her.
She leaned in closer and gave me a different kiss than usual. It was hot, and full of feelings.
I reciprocated and our tongue intermingled as we made out inside the cafe.
She pulled her head back to breath. Our forehead touched, and Brooke asked, "Do you want to go back to my place?"
"Is there an insane person who would say no to that?"
She giggled and pulled my hand. However, I stopped her and said, "Give me 5 minutes to lock up
first."
"Oh! A-Alright, I'll wait."
…
We went back to her place. She closed her curtains, and we sat on the couch.
After a hot make out session, my hand moved to her chest. She did the same thing, rubbing her warm hand underneath my shirt.
I unzipped the back of her blouse and she took it off above her head, revealing a white brassiere.
Her tanned skin glistened underneath the soft lighting in the apartment.
Brooke blushed as she noticed me staring. "What? You– You should take it off too."
"Right." I immediately pulled my shirt over my head, taking off the shirt in 0.1 second.
Brooke chortled, and I leaned in to her. She kissed my neck as I took off her bra skillfully.
for us to quieten down a few times.
It was a rough and passionate night. We tossed and turned multiple times. Since the era before feminism meant that no one really cared about lady orgasms, I let Brooke experienced it around four times.
Finally, we laid side by side as we got some rest. Her breath didn't calm down yet.
"Oh god, the neighbor heard us." She blushed, covering her face. "I can't show my face around here anymore."
"They were probably listening through a glass on their wall, while using the other hand to rub one
out–"
She pushed me, giggling in disbelief. "That's disgusting."
"That's probably the truth." I hugged her slightly. Our legs intermingled with each other, as we
played around on the bed. We kissed, and we cuddled.
The next morning, I woke up to a surprise.
Brooke was gone from my side, but I felt something wet underneath the blanket. I took it off, and
saw she was giving me a morning surprise.
She froze as she got caught. "Um… Don't get me wrong, I didn't do anything yet."
"You act as if I wanted to scold you. But I'm actually really loving this." I said with a smirk.
…
"So, what did you do last night?" Eric asked as we drove together to pick up the car that won the
contest.
It was a farm truck. The winner was a trucker, but the thing was a non-starter, so I had to bring
another truck to haul it back.
"Just hung out with my girlfriend," I replied.
"You have a new girlfriend?" Eric looked over at me, genuinely astonished.
"Didn't I tell you?" I asked, confused.
"No. You did not!" His voice jumped an octave before he caught himself. He smirked. "So… who is
she? Is she hot?"
"She's… very hot. And I think you know her too." "Who?" Eric leaned in, instantly gossipy.
"Brooke."
"Brooke who?" he frowned.
"Brooke. The one who graduated last year. That Valedictorian Brooke."
Eric froze. Then he snorted sarcastically. "You did not go out with Brooke."
He laughed to himself and shook his head. "So, you didn't do anything last night?"
"I told you, man. I was with Brooke."
"Liar."
He didn't believe me for a second. I rolled my eyes as I turned a corner.
"I'll bring her to meet you later."
"Okay, Hyde," he said mockingly, throwing his hands up in the air.
When we arrived at the farm house, I noticed the place looked rather nice. He had a few horses in
a stable nearby, a huge barn, and a tractor beside the barn.
An old man opened the door. He looked ancient in a way you don't really see anymore.
White hair, white beard, no teeth, deep wrinkles carved into his face. He leaned heavily on a cane,
his movements slow.
He didn't smile. He put down his gun and asked, "Who are you?"
"I called you earlier, about the
contest?"
"Oh. Yeah."
Without saying much, he turned and led us around the side of the house toward the barn.
Inside, under years of dust and hay, sat the truck.
I started asking questions as we walked, trying to be polite, trying not to pry. At first, he
answered with single words.
"So, this is for your grandson?" "Yes."
"Is he here today?"
"Farm."
"Can I meet him?"
"Soon."
A World War II veteran. That much was obvious without him saying it. The posture, the silence, the
way he conserved words like they cost something.
I crouched near the truck, looking at the rusted body, the cracked tires, the dead engine.
"Eric, take some full shots and close up." I ordered. "Okay. I'll even do a shot moving into the
barn." "Niiiceee." I exclaimed in satisfaction.
I asked the old man, "How long has it been sitting?"
"Three years."
"What happened?"
"Wouldn't start."
I nodded, then paused.
"Can I ask how you got the truck?" I said carefully. "The story behind it. It'll help us with the
TV show."
The old man stopped walking.
For a moment, I thought I'd pushed too far. Still, I kept the camera on him. I had set up the
tripod beforehand, before I started the interview.
His eyes flickered, like he was seeing something far away.
"I got it…" he said slowly, "…after I came home from Germany." He shifted his weight on the cane.
"My wife died while I was overseas. Left my two boys with her sister." His voice stayed flat, but
his grip tightened around the handle. "When I got back, I bought the truck."
"First thing I did with it… was drive out and bring my sons home to live with me. By that time,
they were already married and had children of their own."
He looked at the truck again, his eyes filled with longing.
"I used it for everything. Work. Moving hay. Taking my grandchildren to school. Teaching them how
to drive."
He went quiet.
"I was gonna give it to my grandson," he said finally. "But I don't have the strength anymore."
That was when I understood why he'd entered the contest.
Later, when the grandson came back from the fields, I introduced myself properly. He was young,
awkward, and clearly surprised that anyone cared about the truck at all.
He was shorter than me, but bulkier. He wore a dirty cap, a dirt-stained flannel shirt, and worn
jeans, typical of a farmer.
"This isn't just a giveaway," I said. "I don't want to fix it and hand it back like it's some prize
you flip for cash after the cameras are gone."
They both looked at me, confused.
"If you're okay with it," I continued, "I want you involved. Both of you. I want the people who own
these cars to work on them with us. Learn them. Build something with their own hands."
I rested my palm on the truck's fender.
"If you love it, you'll keep it. If you build it, you won't sell it." The old man studied me for a
long moment.
Then he gave a single, slow nod.
"Jeremiah, go with him," he told his grandson.
His grandson sighed. "I have to fix the tractor. And I have to start planting the crops. I don't
think I'll have a lot of time to work on the truck. It might be better to just buy a new one."
His grandpa whipped his cane against the grandson's butt.
"Oooh—" Eric and I made the same face, instinctively sharing the guy's pain.
"Alright! I'll do it!" Jeremiah whined.
The guy was already married, a twenty-three-year-old farmer. He even had a daughter and a son.
"I'll take a look at your tractor if you want," I said casually.
Jeremiah's eyes widened. "You can fix that too?"
"Yeah," I said. "I'm not just a pretty face on TV." Eric quipped, "More like a scary face."
"You say something, Forman?" I turned to him. He laughed awkwardly. "Nothing. Nothing."
We took video footage of the truck being pulled out of the barn. The scene where I tried to start
it. The moment Jeremiah told his wife he'd be away for a bit to join the TV show.
She loved it.
I brought the family to visit the workshop and the kids were running around excitedly. Of course,
under supervision.
I gave them a gift, a toy robot and a plushie, which they loved.
Eric recorded everything as I interacted with the people. We did it four more times.
Three of the other winners were teenagers, so they were pretty excited to work on the cars
themselves. The last one was a problematic guy.
He adamantly wanted me to take it away and give it back to him in two days since he wanted to sell it. He wanted new paint, engine rebuild and everything.
I just left and picked the runner up instead. He was a 20 year old college guy, and he was glad to
be on the show.
"I'm going to sue you for fraud, unless you take my car in!" The sleazy guy demanded.
"Nope." I said casually. "The term was, for your car to be touched by me. Here." I walked to his
car and touched it. "My contract is done."
"I'm going to sue! Just watch me!"
He actually did go to report it to the police. But the police were on my side. I had finished my
contract after all.
The police came while I was briefing the other contest winners, and I included that shot into the tv
series.
"I think we have enough footage for 2 episodes, don't you think?" I asked Eric.
"Since the episodes are half an hour each, I think we do have enough."
…
That night, in the basement.
Jackie grumbled and said, "Hyde. I want to be on TV too."
"Maybe you can come bring us free coffee or stuff." I said casually.
She beamed up and said, "OKAY! I can do that!"
Eric bragged to Donna how he was going to be on TV. Suddenly, we were interrupted by someone
entering the basement.
Brooke, wearing a one piece long dress and a jacket, smiled and said, "Steven. I'm here."
"Wait. Seriously?" Eric gasped.
Donna stood up, face full of shock, "Brooke. What are you doing here?" They knew each other since
they worked on the school paper together.
"Steven, didn't you tell them?" Brooke asked, a little hurt.
"I did. No one believed me." I replied as I stood up from my chair. "Let's go. We're late for the
movies."
"Hyde! Wait." Eric shouted, then he whispered, "I believe you now."
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