“Ok, Joey, this is what あなた gotta do. あなた 移動する the gear into drive right? Because that’s what あなた gotta do; drive. And あなた lightly put your feet on the gas. Lightly. Unless you’re racing but あなた shouldn’t do that… But if あなた do I won’t tell your mother. Anyways , feet lightly on the gas, and あなた see, あなた 移動する forward. I’m not even touching the wheel. あなた don’t want to have a death grip on the wheel, that’s bad. So when あなた want to turn, あなた gotta line up your mirrors with the corner you’re turning at, like this. And then あなた turn the wheel, and straighten it back out… Ok now at this corner あなた do the same thing, but あなた just gotta watch for traffic.” によって this time we had made our way around the block. “You think あなた got it bud?” I ask Joey.
“Steven Randel, what do あなた 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 年 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 あなた 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 年 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 次 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 あなた 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.