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minute before breaking into a fit of laughter. I
didn't know just why I found it so humorous, maybe because throughout
the day I had actually hoped that was the case. "Well, just imagine
what my dad will think."

He slowly turned his head to stare at me with wide eyes. "What?"

Another fit of giggles irrupted from my lips. "Just joking. If my dad
thought I was dating you he'd probably send me to a year round all
girls’ school."

"That or he'd fire me."

I shook my head. "Nah, he wouldn't. He respects Joe too much. Besides,
we have nothing to even worry about. We're friends, right?"

He smiled. "Of course."

"Cool, now it's probably time to get back. My dad may have a hissy fit
if we're too late."

"Good idea. We can come out another time and I can teach you more
stuff." He said, jumping from the back of the truck, offering a hand
to help me.

I felt shivers running though my body, spiraling down my spine. I'd
have to learn to get a grip on that. "Thanks." I muttered as I landed,
both feet securely on the ground.

We climbed back into the truck, this time Ben was in the driver’s seat
as he once again tried to roar the truck to life. But unlike the last
two times we had started it, it did nothing. It made a low rumble but
didn't start. Ben tried it again and instead of a low rumble all we
got was white smoke from under the hood.

Of course I, being me, went in to full panic mode. “Um! I
think the trucks on fire Ben!"

Ben seemed amused by my worry and simply chuckled as he got out of the
truck and lifted the hood. I saw more smoke rumble out.

"Are you dead?" I called out my window. The only response I got from
him was laughter. "This is no time to be making fun of me!"

More laughter.

"Relax, Belle. I swear, you're going to give yourself a stroke. It's
fine, just a small engine problem." He explained, opening his door
again and grabbing a wrench, then quickly going back to look at the
engine.

"Is it going to blow up or something? Because a girl likes a little
warning before she's killed."

Ben was suddenly at my window, a grin on his face. "I have a feeling
this summer is going to be quite a bit more entertaining with you here."

"What's that mean?" I asked, opening the truck door. I didn't feel safe anymore.

"Nothing." He shrugged. "You just...amuse me."

I put a hand on my hip as I stared him down as he continued to work on
the engine. "Was that meant to be insulting?"

He shook his head, chuckling. "No." He denied as he used the wrench to
tighten a thingy-mcbob on the truck. Okay, so you could say that I
wasn't exactly mechanic suave.

"So is the old senior here going make it home or do I need to call my dad?"

He shook his head, glancing at me for a second. "No, I've got it. Try
getting the truck started for me."

I nodded, climbing into the driver's seat and turning the key in the
ignition. "Hey, I didn't explode." I announced proudly. "I'm quite
pleased with that."

Ben closed the hood and returned to the window, opening the door. "I
think it just needs some wires tightened, but it'll be fine to get back to the
farm."

"Okey dokey." I smiled, pleased with my non-death as I jumped out of
the truck and practically skipped over to the passenger side.

"You know," He said, looking at me from over the top of the truck.
"You're kind of an odd girl."

I simply shrugged and grinned. "Trust me, I'm going to be your
favorite part of this summer. Odd personality and all."

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I stared down at my plate of food during dinner, glancing towards my
Aunt and my dad every once in a while. It wasn't necessarily an
awkward silence, it was just that I wasn't use to quite dinners. When
you eat every meal with about a hundred girls all around you, you get
use to the noise.

"So Dad," I began, breaking the silence and earning his attention. "I
talked to Joe Stanley today."

He seemed a bit surprised by the news. "You saw him?"

I shook my head, taking a bite of the