I don't love you, but I always will

[CRYSTAL R. GREENE]

Grabbing the two sets of keys as she headed out the door of the house Crystal walked towards the large garage. Getting to one door she turned the handle and lifted it up so it was open, and she did the same to another. Walking into the garage she took a quick glance at all the cars before getting to a blue 1971 Challenger. Using one of the keys she unlocked the car and got in. Putting the keys in the ignition she started it and listened to the glug glug glug of the exhaust. With a smile she put the car into first and drove it out and to the side of the driveway. Parking it she took the keys out and headed back to the garage. She hung the Challenger’s keys on a nail in the garage and kept walking to a triple black 1971 hemi ‘Cuda. Letting her finger tips run over the edge of the car she unlocked and got in. Starting the car she smiled and nodded at the loud roar and purr of the engine. Out of all of the cars this one was her favourite. Driving it out of the garage she parked just outside of the garage. Shutting the car off she left the keys in the ignition as she got out. Watching a couple cars and trucks drive by she went to the front of the car to open the hood. After opening it she headed back to the garage to grab the things she needed. Walking back to the car she started to putter around with the engine.

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[DMITRI V. BARANOWSKI]

Dmitri didn't know what he was doing here. Around all these animals… Around all these trees… Around all these… Canadians. This was definitely not Cabo, Rio, or any other of the places he wanted to travel to to 'find himself'. At first he told his father he wanted to take time off from school to find God, but they both knew that was a lie. Dmitri was agnostic at most, impassive at least. They had at last decided on Cabo or Rio.. Dmitri couldn't remember which one. Somewhere warm and where there were vacationing girls just waiting to be charmed. But somehow the private jet from Moscow ended up in British Columbia. "Canada?" he murmured under his breath. "Really Dad?" This was bullshit. There was no appeal in Canada. Like, was Canada even important? Who even lived there that was of international importance? Most likely not (or at least to Dmitri), so he just gritted his teeth and groaned instead. Stretching his 6 foot 7 frame in the back seat of the black Rolls Royce he was being driven around in, the young man didn't have the slightest idea of what was happening. Craning his heat in view of the rear view mirror, he spied his driver. This one was flown in from Moscow by his father, a longtime assistant of Dmitri's. "Nikolai, where are we going? I'm getting sick of Canada already." Nikolai smirked and replied in gruff Russian that they were headed to their new home for the year. Dmitri rolled his eyes and slammed his head to the back of the seat, sick and tired of this shit his father was putting him through. Dmitri usually could do whatever he wanted. This year was different, though. Whatever, he thought. The car rolled its way into the beginning of the driveway, but sputtered. Nikolai mumbled under his breath. Dmitri was confused. "What is it? Is the car broken? Is it because of this disgusting weather and road conditions?! I would bet you 30,000,000 rubles that it is because of Canada. In Russia a Rolls Royce wouldn't be treated in such a way." Nikolai let out a sigh and got out of the car, for it was now dead. "Great!" Dmitri laughed out, making great have two more syllables than it originally did. Stepping out of the car as well, he opened the hood and looked at Nikolai. Their faces were both plastered with confusion.

[CRYSTAL R. GREENE]

As she puttered around with the engine she would periodically start the muscle car. After listening to the engine for a couple moments and giving it a couple revs she would shut the car off. Getting out of the car this time she saw a limo then a couple of moving trucks pass by. Though this was a richer area of West Vancouver she hadn’t seen a limo pass. Waiting to see if anything more would pass she went back to working on the car. Though it was old it ran nicely though recently it had started acting up and would occasionally decide to go dead. Doing a couple more things she then headed back to the garage. West Vancouver was a different place for her from Las Vegas and Australia, definitely wetter, but she didn’t mind it too much. Grabbing a couple different tools she went back out to the car. Taking long steps back to the car she went underneath it and tightened something. Coming back out she fixed her shirt which had since gotten all oily, along with her hands. Going in the car she tried to start it. When it sounded like it was going to start and didn’t she cursed at her beloved vehicle. After trying it again and it not starting she gave up on that and went back to the engine. Letting her green eyes look over everything she couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong. Putting one arm up against the top of the open hood she thought over everything that she had done.

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