RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I smirk and cross my arms over my chest as Chris makes an exit for the door.

"Night Sweetie," I yell after him as I sigh and make my way into the living room.

I look around the living room door to see if Matt is still there, and I notice that he's not. I furrow my brow before walking over to the couch and looking down at a little piece of paper on the couch.

You did so well with Chris tonight. Yeah, I was listening in, I'm a bad Dad. But this bad Dad is upstairs waiting for you ;)

I grin at the note before making my way out of the room and up the stairs. Silent sex, while the kids are in the house? Oooooh man, that's the most thrilling!

[[Whatever you want my friend, haha.]]

I rub my head as I smile at myself, my eyes are pretty droopy right now as I remember back to last night. Matt was amazing, he was like an animal, scratching at me, trying to make me scream even though we knew we weren't allowed to. God, it was like being in high school all over again.

I sigh and lean back in my chair before yawning, I look at the clock to see that it's almost time for this interview. I bet this guy, Josef, is going to be some twink looking guy, that smirks none stop and thinks that every woman is going to full over him.

I hear a knock on the door and I look to the door before sighing and standing up again. Man, I wish I was at home right now, wrapped up in Matt's arms, getting him back for last night. And we could do it with a lot of moaning and groaning since the kids will be at school.

I've gotta stop thinking about Matt for this interview or I'm going to get fucking hard, and no one wants that.

I pull open the door and look around it, "Josef?"

"That's me, yes, nice to meet you too," I say with a smile as I shake his hand.

Man, he looks like Brian, what the hell? Give or take twenty years or so and I can imagine Brian looking exactly like him.

I stand aside before letting him into the main part of the garage.

"So, you're from New Jersey? What made you decide to come over to this side of the island?" I ask him as I walk over towards my desk with Josef falling me.

"Hmmm, I can understand, I have being to New Jersey," I laugh before picking up my clip board from the desk and looking over it.

"Right, so I'm Zack. And I own the garage, I work alone with an assistant, you if you were to get the job, and we are a classic car restoration shop. Basically, so many people in the suburbs of New York have the money to get vintage and classic cars, they need a mechanic to fix when their vintage cars are temperamental. And that is where we come into it."

I bet he doesn't really care about why we exist as a business, but he needs to know if he's going to work here. If he doesn't know what I stand for, he's walk all over me.

"So, what experience do you have in mechanics?" I ask him as I sit back in my car and get my pen ready on my notepad to make some notes.

That sounds pretty good to me.

I nod along to what he is saying, jotting things here and there down on my notepad.

"So, you've worked on more classic cars? What did your Dad have you do? Like paint jobs, wiring, electrics?" I ask him.

I plan to teach him a bit of the basics, but it's good to have someone that knows his way around the car a little bit. Especially since he's under twenty-five, because I don't have to pay him quiet as much for it.

I nod along to what he is saying, and he does sound like the kind of guy that I am looking for in this business. He's polite, young and experiences. Totally not what I was expecting when I got his letter a couple of days ago.

"Well, now I've got the experience stuff out of the way, why don't you tell me a little about yourself? I like to know who I'm working with, in case we don't gel very well after I hire you."

Hmmm, obviously not one for making himself out to be something that he's not. At least that's a start. And he sounds pretty much like me when I was his age really. That could either spell disaster or means we'll end up being the best of friends. We shall see.

"OK then," I say with a smile, "well, I think that's pretty much it. Not done too many interviews before so I'm not sure what else I need to know really."

I stand up from my chair and place my clipboard on the table.

"Well, I've got a couple more interviews this afternoon, so I'll get back to you this evening whether you've got the job or not. I don't like to leave people hanging," I say.

It's all lies of course, I actually don't have any other interviews today. I just told him that so I can make up my own mind whether I want to hire him or not.

"Good luck to you to Josef, and please, do call me Zacky," I say with a smile as I shake his hand.

Well, I'm pretty positive at the moment that he's going to be working here. I mean, he's polite and everything that I thought he wouldn't be. But there is still something that I don't quite trust about him. But that might just be my over protective nature of my garage and my business.

I walk Josef towards the door, walking behind him all the way there.

One pro of hiring him, more women might be persuaded to use my garage, because he is a very good looking boy. Nice ass. Tight, and small and... damn that Matt, getting me all fired up before work. I am going to actually kill him when I get home. Or tie him up and tease the hell out of him, which ever works best.

"Well, I'm speak to you later this evening, I have your cell number so... I guess I'll talk to you then."

I lift my head up from the sink, wrapping a towel around my newly dyed hair. I grin to myself, anticipation running through me as I walk towards the full length mirror in my bedroom.

I grin to myself as I see a strand of blue full out from under the towel. I hope that this has worked as I wanted. A blue fringe, and my platinum blonde at the back. My colourful mullet. I can't wait.

I count down in my head from five to zero before pulling the towel from my head. But as soon as my towel hits the floor my eyes widen when I see what I have done.

"AHHHHH!" I scream as I look at my completely blue dyed hair, "no! Nononononono!" I say as I run my hand through my hair.

"Ooooh God, how the fuck had I done this? What the... WHY?!" I ramble to myself as I just stare at my self in the mirror. It's so dark, it doesn't look a thing like me now, I look, I look like a goth! Ooooh God!

"OK. So the square root of eight hundred and eighty-eight is twenty nine point... eight?" I ask myself off the top of my head before looking at the back of the book for the answer.

"Ooooh yeah!" I yell out with my fist in the air as I notice I got the right answer.

I write down the answer on my notepad with a smile, but my homework session that I would like to finish pretty quickly is interrupted by my phone going off.

I sigh and pick it up, noticing it's a text. I open it and furrow my brow as I see it's from Becky. I only saw her about an hour ago. What could she want.

I've fucked up. I wanted to have a blue fringe, but now everything is blue! I look like a freak. Help me! :[

I widen my eyes and bite into my lip.

She...

"Hahahahaha, oooh, awww, poor Becky. Hahaha!"

I smile as I watch Josef leave the garage and walk down the highway towards the mall. I shut the garage door behind me and sigh before walking back into the bowels of the garage.

"Well, looks like this business is going to get a bit of a face lift," I say, thinking out loud as I pace around the room.

Now I'm just thinking of all the pros and cons of hiring Josef. There are so many of both, but every time I add them up, the pros come up on top.

Looks like he's going to be working here then.

I got off of the phone to Becky about an hour ago, she really was distressed about the fact that her white, blonde looks are now royal blue. I couldn't help but laugh under my breath a little at her over-reacting nature, but she didn't notice it.

I walk down the hall way towards Chris's room, not really planning him on telling him about Beck's little hair dying fiasco. I plan to let him find out when she comes over. I smirk to myself at how completely evil I can be sometimes.

I knock on Chris's door, a secret knock that we made up as kids so that he knows it's not Dad coming in to say how proud they are of their "little man."

"Chrissie, it's the date fairy!" I call through the door in a sing song voice.

God, dorkiness does run in the family, doesn't it?

"Sorry Chris, all out," I say with a smirk as I shrug my shoulders, "I just came to see what you were wearing, or planning on wearing. Since you have being getting ready for three hours."

I smile at him, I've got to admit, it is really cute that he's being like this. I have never seen him put so much effort into anything else before. I mean, he never really put any effort into school work or anything else, only his guitar, and girls so it seems now.

"So, where are you planning on going on this date then? Since she's going to be here in about fifteen minutes," I say with a smile.

I really shouldn't be looking forward to this so much, but I really am. Chris always liked blonds more than brunettes. Erm, how does he feel about blues?