Melvin and Thomas chapter 6: The Beginning Of A Better Life.
I know you have all been waiting for a long time. Now here is the sixth chapter. This is the longest by far. I should warn you that this is basically all about rescuing Thomas. Nothing Yiffy. Some bits may get a bit boring but it also contains action and emotion.
Chapter Six: The beginning of a better life.
Grandpa looked up. ''Go on, read it. I'll bet everyone wants to know.'' He said. Greyson put on his reading glasses and walked over to the nightstand and picked up the paper. He started reading.
''Due to recent happenings, I would like to make some last minute changes in my will. First off I want to announce that my only son, Brian Mefford will be written out of the will. I'm sure he'll understand why. Instead, everything I have ever owned I shall leave to the persons I care about most. To Dexters garage, I will leave half of all my fortune, in the hope that they use it well and become great once again. The other half of my fortune, my house and everything in it goes to Melvin and Thomas Mefford, I hope that you'll divide it fairly and that you may enjoy it no matter what. I think you would find the book: The history of the fax machine extremely useful. Sincerely, Mr. Wesley Mefford.''
Greyson put down the paper and was stunned. ''Wes, ye are insane. We're talking about millions here.'' He said. ''You are the only ones left in this world that I care about. Use it well.'' Grandpa stated. He emitted a deep sigh. ''I don't feel so well.'' He said. I sat up on the bed, happy and sad at the same time. ''Melvin, listen to me, I don't care what happened between you and your brother. I know you. I believe it's all about how you are, about who you are inside. Things like you and your brother happen. You are caring, kind, loving. That's all what matters to me, that's what I see in you.'' He stroked my head. ''I hope you can get to my funeral, they say today is my last day.'' He said. Tears appeared in my eyes. ''Don't go away!'' I started crying. ''Oh shut up! I'm not dead yet.'' He said trying to keep up the mood. ''I love you guys, all of you.'' He looked at my three companions. They thanked him for everything. ''Can you bring that letter to my lawyer? His name is Walter Turcotte. My funeral is in exactly two days at the memorial graveyard. It starts at four.'' He said to me. I nodded wiping away my tears. ''Sounds like you have everything planned gramps.'' I said emitting a fake laugh. ''It's time for him to leave this world.'' We heard the nurse come in. We nodded and walked out the door after giving him a firm last hug. I walked over to the receptionist and asked her about my shoulder. I got some medical treatment and some proper bandages and we were ready to go back to the garage.
Thomas' point of view.
No computer, tv and cellphone and a locked door. This is now the second day of me here, in this situation. I get food twice every day and water I can get myself from my sink. I loathe it. The only things that are doable are sleeping, eating, reading, staring out of the window and masturbating. I was looking outside when I heard my mom yell to my dad. They had received a phone call. I walked over to the door and put an ear to it. ''But you have to! He's your father!'' She talked loud. It wasn't difficult to hear. ''No! I'm not leaving this little fag here alone. Who knows what he might do.'' He shouted. ''I don't care that he's dead. They'll send us a mail saying what we inherited and then one of us will pick it up.'' He said. I was trying desperately not to cry. I couldn't believe it. He was dead? ''I tried to find something to do. I picked up a book and started reading. It didn't help. I walked to the window and started crying. My world was collapsing. Someone banged on my door. ''Shut up! He's not coming back.'' Dad shouted through the door. I looked at the road, hoping to see an orange Dodge approaching. ''He'll come back, I know he will.'' I said to myself giving myself courage.
Melvin's point of view.
We got back to the garage and I immediately lay down on the sofa and I wept. James walked to me and sat down next to me on the edge of the sofa. ''Can I get you something to drink?'' He asked me. I nodded. ''Just some coffee.'' I said while wiping my tears. ''With milk and sugar.'' I continued. ''One coffee, milk and sugar coming up.'' James walked to the coffeemaker and made me some coffee. ''Thanks, that's very kind.'' I said. I began drinking. ''So, what are ye going to do now?'' Greyson asked. I paused a moment to think about that. ''I think I'll go to his funeral first and afterwards go and get Thomas.'' I said. ''Why in that order?'' Dex asked. ''Well, to get to grandpa's funeral was his last request to me. I also have his will changes. I think it would be dangerous to get Thomas first. I could get killed. Then I won't be able to get to his funeral. Obviously.'' I said. I knew that in some words it was wrong to go to the funeral first. ''That actually makes sense.'' Dex said. ''Ye want our help?'' Greyson offered. I started thinking. The locks were probably changed, Thomas would probably be locked in his room, there would be a crazy person with a gun. ''If it's not too much trouble.'' I said. ''Of course not, you are our friend.'' Chase replied. I was feeling happy inside, I was glad they offered to help. ''Shall we make a plan?'' I asked. ''Sure!'' Chase said.
''Right I'm going to need some pens or pencils, preferably with different colors, a ruler and a piece of paper, large if that's possible.'' I said. I already had the plan worked out. Greyson and Dex walked out and just moments later Greyson walked in with paper. ''T' paper is pink but t' is large which is what ye wanted.'' Greyson said. Then Dex walked in with pens and a ruler. ''They're red, green and blue.'' He said. ''Perfect, now let's put it on the table.'' I cleared the coffee table and they put the stuff on it. ''Right, I'm going to draw the house in blue, us and the room of Thomas green and the master bedroom red cause we don't want to go there.'' I said while drawing a dissection of the house. ''We shall go there at night preferably at three or four o' clock.'' I drew the kitchen and living room in the middle of the house, Thomas' room on the left and the master bedroom and bathroom on the right. It was done. It looked like a proper blueprint, despite the fact that it was pink. ''There, that's that.'' I said putting the pens away. I looked back at the paper with a satisfied feeling. ''Now for the next step. We'll need some sort of transport. Let's do that tomorrow.'' I said.
The next morning Dex and I drove to a used car dealer. We looked around. ''How bout' this one?'' He pointed at a red '78 Mercury Marquis Station. ''No we need something bigger, something that can hold seven of us. Like a van!'' I said as I spotted a black '80 Dodge Ram Van. ''I can see some problems with it.'' Dex said. I was too busy examining the vehicle. A salesman walked up to us. ''Ah, I see you are looking at the engine.'' He said. ''Yeah, does it run?'' I asked. ''Like a charm. You see, this is the top of the range model of that generation. It has a 7.3 litre V8.'' He said. ''Can you fire her up?'' I asked him slamming shut the hood. ''Sure thing, let me get the keys.'' He said as he walked back towards the main building. I looked at the car exterior and checked the tires. ''Melvin!'' Dex called for my attention again. ''What?'' I asked annoyed. ''It's gonna be slow.'' Dex stated. ''So?'' I asked. ''So? Well, if we're being chased we need to get out quickly.'' He said. ''Don't worry, I don't plan on being chased.'' I said. ''I know you don't, but IF?'' Dex asked. I opened the sliding door and got in. ''I have everything planned, don't worry'' I said. I sat down on one of the seats ''What if he starts shooting?'' Dex asked. ''Don't worry Dex, I've got a plan worked out, I'll let you see in two days.'' I said patting him on the shoulder. He looked worried and shook his head. ''It'd better be a good plan.'' He said. The salesman came back with the keys. ''I've got the keys. Let's fire her up.'' He said and got into the car turning the ignition. The V8 rumbled slowly to life. ''Can we take it for a drive?'' I asked. ''Sure, I'll just get in the rear then.'' The man said and got in the rear seat. I took the wheel and drove off. We took a B road and after a while we went back to the shop. ''Well, do you like it?'' The salesman rubbed his paws. ''How much is it?'' I asked him. ''Just 1200 dollars.'' He said. Dex began gesturing not to do it. ''We'll take it!'' Dex slapped himself in the face. ''Great, I'll get the paperwork!'' The salesman said. I stopped him in his tracks. ''We would like to pay in two days, if that's possible.'' I asked. ''Well, it's possible. Do you want to take it now and pay in two days or would you like to pick it up in two days?'' He asked. ''Can we take it now?'' I asked. ''Yes, but I'm going to ask you for an id, so if you intend to steal it I have your name. Not that I'm assuming that you're going to do that.'' He said. I showed him my id. He nodded and let us go. I got in my Charger leaving Dex to bring the van. We drove off to the garage.
I drove the Charger inside and shut down the engine. Dex parked on the other side of the garage. ''Is that t' best ye could find?'' Greyson said referring to the van. ''It wasn't my call.'' Dex said in defense and handed me the keys. ''No, it was mine, now we don't have to bring another car.'' I clarifying my purchase. ''Nevermind the car, you said you had a plan for being shot.'' Dex asked me. ''I have, I said I'll show you in two days.'' I told him. ''But when?'' He asked. ''After the funeral.'' I said. ''Now, let's put that aside. I have the coolest idea.'' I said. ''Do you guys have paint?'' I asked. ''Sure, what color?'' Chase asked. ''Red.'' I replied. ''Yea I think I have that.'' He said gesturing me to follow him. I followed him to another room. It was very bright white. ''The paint room I assume.'' I said looking around adjusting my eyes to the bright light. ''Yep, my domain.'' He said while opening a door. The door lead to a cupboard. There were tons of paint cans. ''Not short on paint I see.'' I said looking at the huge pile of cans. ''Yeah, as you know we haven't had much customers so we still have quite a lot left.'' He said while browsing the cupboard, looking for the correct color. ''Ah here, bright red. May I ask? What are you planning?'' He asked as he took the can from the cupboard. ''Ever seen the A-Team?'' I asked. ''Yeah! I love it! So you want the same van?'' He asked me. ''Yes, so we can pick him up in style.'' I told him. ''I think Ty has a spoiler and some cool rims. Ask him.'' He said. ''I will. You start on the car.'' I said and walked out the room when I was around halfway across the hall Chase gave me a shout. ''Melvin!'' I turned my body around in a single motion. ''Keys!'' He said holding his hand up. I reached for my pocket and threw the keys at him, he caught them with ease. ''Nice catch! See ya in a bit!'' I said and walked out of the room.
I looked for Ty and quickly found him in the lounge eating lunch. ''Ty! Chase told me I had to ask you for a spoiler and rims.'' I said. ''I have a lot of stuff. What are you gonna use it for?'' Stupid question. It made me sigh. ''To fit on the van.'' I explained. ''Let's have a look.'' He said. He gestured to follow. We slowly walked out of the lounge chased by the smell of lasagna. We walked through the shop and got outside where the sun was scorching. ''Where are we going?'' I asked as the gravel loudly crunched under our paws as we walked. I had a hard time keeping up with the bigger horse. ''The shed.'' Ty explained as we walked further. We got to the shed which looked more like an old barn although it was relatively small in size. Ty took a key and quickly turned the lock. The lock clicked and he pushed the door open. He turned on the ligh which was basically a battery powered workers lamp. When my eyes were done adjusting to the dark room I saw a warehouse full of stuff. Engine parts, body kits, rims. The lot. ''A small spoiler and cool rims.'' Ty repeated to himself. It took us quite long to find what we needed but at the end, we got the right parts. We walked back inside. The van was busy being painted. I labeled the rims and spoiler red and put them in the paint room where Chase was busy getting the stripe right I got a kind thank you and wished him good luck. I walked to the lounge and sat down on the sofa, there was nothing else to do at the moment.
Time ticked by and I fell asleep. At six o' clock, I was awakened by Chase who began reporting the progress. ''Wake up sleepy! I'm finished. James and Greyson are busy installing some better brakes and switching the engine. Then Tyler is going to do the rims and spoiler.'' He went for the coffeemaker. I sat up. ''You can come and have a look.'' He said while waiting for his coffee. I stood up and walked towards the door. I opened it and went to the shop. The van was slightly raised in the air. The wheels were off and James was busy fitting and testing brakes. Greyson was busy with the engine. I quietly walked over to him and suddenly put my paw on the collies shoulder to spook him. ''How are things going here?'' I said with a raised voice to further enhance the effect. ''Bloody hell Melvin! Ye almost made me crap meself!'' I laughed. The collie wiped his oily hands with his shirt. ''Well, I put a different engine in. He will be quite a bit faster now.'' I looked at the engine. Most of it looked brand new. It was filled with shining chrome. On top of the engine was a chrome air scoop like the one you see on hot rods. It had one hell of a supercharger from Edelbrock. ''Greyson, where is this engine from?'' I asked him while looking at the hole in the hood for the scoop. He looked up at me. ''Nowhere. I made it meself. I bought a stock V8 block and a lot of tuning parts when I was about yer age. I've had it ever since.'' I looked at it again. It looked very powerful. ''How much power does it develop?'' I asked in basic curiosity. ''I don't know, lad. I think about 600 but it could easily be more.'' He turned back to the engine and got back to work. Satisfied I slowly walked to my car. I announced that I was going to go to deliver the will changes to my grandfather's lawyer. I opened the door of the orange Charger and sat down in the new leather seats. I slowly turned the key and with a loud roar, the V8 Hemi was alive. I put it into first and drove off.
I reached the end of the driveway and took out the phone book out of the glove compartment. I started looking for a Walter Turcotte. After a while of searching I found him. I took out my cell and dialed the number. It was ringing. ''Turcotte residence.'' A guy answered the phone with a deep, heavy voice. ''Um, yeah, is this Walter Turcotte?'' I stopped the engine of the car. ''Yes it is. How can I help you?'' He asked me. ''Well, you know your client, Wesley Mefford?'' Just saying his name made me get a lump in my throat. ''Yes, he is deceased. What about him?'' He asked me. I could tell that he was not really interested. ''Um, well, I'm his grandson. He made some will changes the other day and I was wondering if I could, um, come visit you to discuss it further?'' It was silent on the other end of the line for a short while. I guess he was thinking. ''Yea, sure. Shall I give you the address?'' The phonebook contained an address but I said yes just to be sure. He gave me the address and I drove to his house which was less than two miles away.
When I arrived at his house I was invited in for coffee. He was willing to accept the changes.We talked about my grandfather. I told him the most wonderful stories about him. Always caring, loving for the not so fortunate. I got a bit carried away. "Christ, is it already that late?" I was looking at my watch. It was past midnight. I thanked him for his hospitality and walked to the car. The moon was full and shining bright that night. I waved goodbye and got in my car. When I got back at the garage everyone was already home and Chase and Greyson were vast asleep. I lay down on the couch and looked at my gifts. The necklace, the cooking book, the Star Furs DVD and the video. The video... Had grandpa given him a video of me and him? He must have told them a lot about me. I sat up and picked up the video tape. It said: Melvin, Age 2. I looked at it thouroughly. I got up and walked to the video recorder. I inserted the tape and with a loud whirr the video started. I saw my grandfather. And me as a kid on a swing. He was swinging me back and forth. He was laughing. I heard a voice coming from behind the camera. It was grandma's. She died 4 years ago. A tear rolled down my cheek. I quickly wiped it off. After a while I stopped the video. I went to the bathroom. The bathroom was quite dirty but of that you did not notice much since there were no lights. I brushed my teeth quickly and walked back to the lounge. I removed my clothes and got on the couch. I quickly fell asleep.
I woke up in the afternoon at two o' clock. ''Damn, missed breakfast again.'' I got up and I saw Greyson and Tyler sit at the dinner table playing a card game. ''How long have you guys been sitting here?'' I looked like crap. My fur was all messed up. ''Um... Since noon.'' Tyler said as he threw a card on the table. Greyson looked at me from top to toe. ''Ye might want to put on some clothes.'' He said and threw another card on the table. ''I will, but first I'm gonna take a shower.'' I said as I walked towards the bathroom. Light was coming through the window making the bathroom visible. It had pink tiles on the walls and white ones on the floor. It stank of gasoline and oil. But I didn't care. I hadn't had a proper shower since I was with Thomas. Thomas... I wondered how he was. I put the picture of Thomas out of my head and turned on the shower. I slipped out of my boxers and got under it. I thoroughly rinsed myself under the somewhat cold shower. I got out of the shower and dried myself off. My wound was as good as healed. I wore the towel around my waist and walked back into the lounge. I borrowed some clean clothes from Dex which were a bit large for me and I put on the shark tooth necklace. It was around a quarter to three. Dex clapped his paws and shouted. ''Right guys! Suits!'' His voice was noticeable across the grounds. He lowered the van. The result was astonishing. It looked just like the van of the A-Team. We all got in and Dex drove us to the place where we rented our suits. We all took our suits which lay ready and put them on in the van. It was now a quarter past three. When we were finished, Dex drove us to the graveyard. When we reached the graveyard I begged to God not to let my father be there. We got out and went to the funeral.
The funeral happened without too much of a drama. My father wasn't there. That was good and bad at the same time. This meant that we couldn't go straight to Thomas and free him. We would have to wait till midnight. We still had the will announcement anyway. We were escorted to the church there. The lawyer of my grandpa announced his will. He began speaking. ''The world has lost a great man, and a good friend. Now to wrap today up, the final will and testimony of sir Wesley Mefford. May he rest in peace.'' Despite knowing what would happen, we were all nervous. ''There were some changes in his will. But for my manners I shall now read his original will. To my son Brian and his wife, I leave 33 percent of my fortune. To my two favourite grandsons, I also leave 33 percent and my very own house including everything in it. To Dexters garage another 33 percent of my fortune because they have always been so kind towards me. And I leave the remaining one percent to charity.'' It was about to happen. The things we would inherit from him the things that makes Thomas and Me free from harm. The lawyer continued. ''And now for the changes. Due to recent happenings, I would like to make some last minute changes in my will. First off I want to announce that my only son, Brian Mefford will be written out of the will. I'm sure he'll understand why. Instead, everything I have ever owned I shall leave to the persons I care about most. To Dexters garage, I will leave half of all my fortune, in the hope that they use it well and become great once again. The other half of my fortune, my house and everything in it goes to Melvin and Thomas Mefford, I hope that you'll divide it fairly and that you may enjoy it no matter what. I think you would find the book: The history of the fax machine extremely useful. Sincerely, Mr. Wesley Mefford.'' There was relief and grief in all of us. We walked out afterwards and I went back to his grave. I stood there for a long time. It was getting dark. I looked on my watch and decided it was time to go. I put some flowers on his grave and with a tear on my cheek I walked away. ''Goodbye, gramps.'' I said and I started crying.
It was now around eight. I drove the van. There was still a lump in my throat. I went in a different direction than we came from. This confused my companions. ''Where are you going?'' James asked me as we took a left turn. ''To my grandfather's house. You remember right, the will? The history of the fax machine?'' They looked at me like I had transformed into a zombie. I looked around the van. No one seemed to have a clue of what I was talking about. ''Don't you know he was a military engineer? He designed and made weapons for the military.'' I looked around again. Even more questioned faces. I sighed. ''Just come with me, I'll show you.'' We reached my grandfather's house. I opened the door with the key the lawyer gave me. The door swung open and we got in. The air was filled with the scent of aftershave. ''It smells like grandpa alright.'' I said laughing. I switched on the lights and walked down the hallway into the living room. The living room was mostly dark brown wood and the walls were white plaster. There were bookcases everywhere. I looked around for a bit. Yes, it was just like I remembered. After a while I clapped my paws once. ''Alright, let's start looking for 'The history of the fax machine'.'' I said. I looked down and instantly saw the book on the bottom shelf. ''Nevermind!'' I shouted. I took the book from the shelf and heard a click. With a loud whirr the bookcase slowly disappeared into the wall. When it was fully in a staircase down was visible. The lights alongside the stairs automatically flicked on. ''I didn't expect that.'' Chase said as he walked in closer. I walked down the stairs followed by my companions.
The room was bright white and there were different alleys. All marked with a number. 1 Stood for military, 2 for police and 3 for citizen. We chose alley 1b, Military - Non Lethal. It looked just like a warehouse. Numerous items of each kind carefully aligned behind each other. I giggled. There were bullet proof body armour, flash grenades and much more. I took six armours. One for each of us. As did I with Stun Guns and Flash Grenades. I also took a net gun. We walked back upstairs and I put the items on the table. It still was late in the evening, almost nine o' clock. I suggested we stayed put for a while and have dinner. James guided himself to the kitchen and began cooking. I didn't say a word. The others were watching TV and I went outside for some air. I started walking gravel poking my paws. After a while I stopped. There was a rather large building behind the house. I walked closer and I could tell that they were garage doors. I opened the door. I almost fainted. There were four really expensive cars there. There was a Bugatti Veyron SS, a Ferrari FF, a Lamborghini Aventador and an Audi R8 V10 Spyder. I looked in amazement. The keys were in a bowl behind the cars. I took a random one. It was the Ferrari. I got in and revved the engine. A shiver went down my spine. When I was finished I walked back inside. James made home-made fries. It was delicious. When we were finished it was just ten o' clock. We all decided we could use some rest. So we went to bed to rest for a while. My alarm went at half past one. I got up and awakened everyone else. We put on our bullet proof vest and trousers and put some normal clothes over that not to look suspicious. I left Dex in charge of the net gun. ''This is so wrong.'' I said as I put the stun gun in my holster. We were ready. ''Let's go!'' I said as we ran towards the van. I opened the sliding door and they all hopped in. I got in the drivers seat. I started the car and drove off.
Thomas's point of view
I was giving up hope. My face was stuck to the window. I would be stuck in my room for the rest of my life. I looked at my clock. Half past two. I needed some sleep. Just about as I was to turn away. I saw lights, car lights. But my hope was lost quickly again as the lights flickered off. I brushed my teeth for around a minute and walked to my bed. I would have fallen asleep immediately if it wasn't for that squeak. I jumped up and ran towards the window. There was a massive black van parked sideways from the door. Suddenly a group of guys ran out. They started messing with the door. I was scared. But then I saw a familiar face stepping out. It was Melvin. He walked to the window and started gesturing me to open it. I gestured back that I couldn't. I saw him say something to the other furs. They nodded. The two furs at the door had opened it. The alarm went. Suddenly everyone grabbed something that looked like a gun. Melvin took a brick which lay on the ground there and gestured me to get back. I got in my bed and covered myself with blankets. He threw the brick inside through the window. I heard my parents walk out of the doorway. Mom had a shotgun. And dad his own gun. They shot at the furs. Melvin took something and threw it at my parents. ''Look away!'' He shouted. I did, I noticed there was a large flash and when I looked back again I could see my parents all dazed. A fur shot a net at them. Mom and dad were trapped and they were shouting nasty words. Melvin turned back to me and held his arms out. ''Get your stuff and come on out.'' He said. I got my clothes and put them on. Then I stretched my arms out and I was pulled out of the window. He put me down on the grass. A horse gave me my license, car keys and my laptop. I looked at him and noticed the hole in his shirt. He saw that I was looking and understood me. ''Bulletproof.'' He said. I thanked him and turned back to Melvin. ''Oh, Melvin I have missed you so much. You can't imagine how horrible it was.'' My mind was full of questions. ''Who are these guys anyway?'' was my first. They introduced themselves. Tyler started writing a note and hung it on the net of my parents. Melvin slid the door of the van open and my parents were thrown in. Afterwards everyone else got in. I got in the passenger's seat next to Melvin. ''What about my car?'' I asked him. ''Believe me, I've got something better.'' Was the reply.
Melvin's point of view
I was pumped. That was awesome! I drove to the police station and stopped in front. There were two pigs in uniform on night shift eating donuts inside. I got out and knocked on the window. One opened the window. He looked irritated. ''What are you doing here kiddo?'' Tyler and Dex walked out with my parents caught in the net. ''Uhm... Special delivery?'' I said. ''What is this? Some kind of joke?'' He asked. ''Not really, more like criminals.'' I said while looking at them. ''I'm coming outside.'' He said. The door of the precinct opened and he walked up to us. He looked puzzled. ''If it's true, why are they trapped in a net?'' I explained. ''Well, they were shooting at us.'' He thought it was all some sort of hoax. ''Right, and there are holes in your shirts and you're still alive. How come?'' Ty explained about the bullet proof armours and how we got them. He continued. ''There is a note there saying all the things they have done, and our phone number if you need to contact us.'' He said pointing at the note. We all got back in the van and drove off. The pig looked like he had seen a ghost. We drove to Dexter's garage and parked the van inside. We got out and walked to the lounge. I explained what happened and he looked more happy than ever. He thanked all of us at least ten times. I said we needed some sleep and he agreed. I could see he was almost asleep already. I let Thomas sleep on the couch as I found a comfortable spot in the chair. It was all over now. Everything was over.
The next day I awoke at ten. I got up and brushed my teeth. When I finished I walked back into the lounge. Thomas was still sleeping. I decided to make breakfast. I walked into the kitchen and looked around. I found ingredients for eggs and bacon. I put it in the pan and started cooking. It smelled good. I was just about to turn off the stove when I felt something take hold of my rear. I yelped and jumped up in surprise. I looked around to see Thomas. ''You scared me.'' I told him. He didn't seem to listen. He observed everything without saying a word. I gave him a plate. ''Thank you.'' He said and we walked to the lounge. We sat down at the dining table and began eating. When we were done, Greyson and Chase woke up. We talked some more about everything. Then I told Thomas to get his stuff. He took his stuff and placed it in the trunk of my Dodge. We heard the door open and everyone else got in. I told them we were leaving. I got my gifts and put them next to Thomas' stuff and closed the trunk. I waved them goodbye. ''Goodbye guys, I'll be seeing you. When my car needs to be serviced or something. You can stop by anytime.'' I got in the driver's seat. Thomas was already in. ''We will stop by. Trust me.'' Dex said as he opened the garage door. I started the engine and drove off. The entire way, we didn't say a thing. That was because there was nothing to be said. We were together again. That was all that mattered.
I'm thinking about making another chapter with more action. It is to you guys to decide if I should or shouldn't do that. I kinda liked the ending here. But I also quite want to write the missing action. The choice is yours.