So, at first I posted their break up, and now I'm posting their before, doesn't really make sense. Please be nice, my only wish.
Andre jumped out of his rental car and headed up Starling's driveway, as he came to Starling's little electric blue Hyundai Tiburon Coupe, he saw legs sticking out. So of course he knew it to be Mrs. Lindey, Starling's mom, just the person he wanted to talk to.
Leaning up against the car, he noticed that Mrs. Lindey was wearing a ratty old pair of Converse sneakers, that looked somewhat like Starling's. He shrugged his shoulders and let it slide, Mrs. Lindey was her own person and wears whatever she wants.
Andre cleared his throat, hoping he didn't sound rude, he received a small feminine grunt that sounded something like; 'One minute' he wasn't sure.
He looked at his watch and really didn't want to sound impatient or rude, but he really needed to talk to Mrs. Lindey then to Starling, time was of the essence.
He bent down so he could hear her better. “Mrs. Lindey, I really need to talk to you, and I don't want to sound rude or anything, but. . .” he paused, waiting for a response only to get the clanking of tools smashing together and softly spoken curses.
“Hold on Andre.” she sounded agitated, being a smart man he back up and tried to calm himself. He only had a certain amount of time until she came, he cringed at the thought.
'Please hurry, Mrs. Lindey!' he silently prayed.
Finally after a couple of minutes waiting, the legs began to emerge from underneath the car, the mechanic stood up to brush herself off, her light blue jumpsuit covered in grease from head to toe and a red bandanna to protect her hair was wrapped around her head.
Andre inwardly groaned and resisted the urge to kick himself, when he got an eye full of the lovely mechanic standing before him.
Starling stood hands on hips smacking her bubble gum as hard as she could, anger flowed from her pretty hazel eyes. “So, I look like my mother now?” her dark eyebrows puckered and the faded black sneaker tapped agitatedly.
Andre ran his hand through his dark curly hair. “No, Starling you don't, its just that I assumed your mother was under there, and not you, because aren't you supposed to be shopping with Tawny and Kim?” he asked, feeling as if he should get down on his knees and beg to be forgiven.
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Well, you do know what they say about 'assuming' don't you?” she asked brushing his nose with the tip of her finger, leaving a spot of grease.
Andre leaned up against the little coupe stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I'm sure you could tell me.” he smiled taking a dirty dishrag and wiping his face with it. Starling's eyes widen as she held in her laughter. “I did just do that, didn't I?” he asked feeling like a complete fool.
Starling nodded and a giggle slipped through, she tried to cover her mouth with both hands, but it was too late the giggles had already burst forth.
“Oh Andre!” she laughed watching him turn red. “I'm so sorry, here let me get you a clean rag.” she offered running inside.
Once Starling was totally inside, Andre bent forward looking in the side mirror, he groaned. “Great, not only do I sound like a fool I also look like one too!” he fell back against the car, not even bothering trying to wipe the dirt and grease off, it would only make it worse.
“You need to just get it out in the open, stop procrastinating.” he told himself, thinking of the night to come. “Maybe she won't mind, it's Starling she's amazing and totally understanding, it'll be ok.” he decided watching her come back out with a frown on her face.
'Wonder what's eating her?' he knew what was eating him, and he dreaded telling her.
“Here,” she handed him the cool damp washrag, with a slight sigh.
Andre smiled his thanks and began cleaning himself, wondering if he should ask her what's up with her first, or tell her his not so good news.
He was just about to man it up and tell her the bad news first when Starling unzipped her coveralls, and all he could see was what he hoped to be a yellow polka-dot bikini top and not a bra. Stunned a little he didn't know that his mouth was hanging open a lot.
She ignored his facial reaction to her bikini top, as she took her arms out of the long sleeves and tied them around her trim little waist, leaving only baggy pants that sat right on her hips.
“So what did you want to talk to my mom about?” Starling asked, removing the red bandanna. Her long dark hair cascading down around her face and shoulders, like a waterfall, it made it hard for Andre to pay attention to her question.
“Uh. . .well- nothing, I can ask her later.” he struggled, feeling his braincells quickly dieing every time he opened his mouth today.
She laughed. “Ok.” tucking her hair behind her ears. “It's kinda hot out, want to take a quick dip in the pool?” she asked nonchalantly.
“Uh. . . I don't have my shorts with me.” he stated, still stupidly, boyishly dumbstruck by Starling in a bikini.
Starling laughed again, he was quite funny today. “It's ok, you can borrow a pair of Blake's. He's at a friends party and won't be needing them.” she told him leading him into the house.
