All That We Could Be

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

“Okay boys, this is Fallon. She’s is going to be helping us fix this thing up.” Phil introduced her to the rest of the guys. They all seemed to be around her age. In fact she had even seen some of them on the track before.

“Do we need her help that badly? Phil.” One of the boys snickered. Fallon could understand the sarcasm. She was a girl and she was on their territory. “Believe me, Alex. You haven’t seen her have a go. She tears up the track like there’s no tomorrow.” Phil told the blond boy named Alex.

“Okay, so Fallon let me introduce you to the rest of these boys. This is obviously Alex.” Phil gestured to the blond guy who had spoken, he also had brown eyes. “This is Christopher.” Phil told her, as he moved on to the one with brown hair. He had green eyes. Next came two brothers: Aidan and Adam. They were both with auburn hair and ice blue eyes. The last of the boys were Lucas, Samuel, and Taylor. They each had different shades of brown hair, but al three of them had different eyes. Lucas had blue, Samuel had green, and Taylor had brown.

“Okay men and woman. Here is the layout for the track with the extension. We are going to be fixing the cushioned safety boards around the extension. The metal frames are already in place. After that we’ll take a run through the course and then we can get to work on the additions. Already I’ve set in some bumps along a portion of the extension, and there is a water spray being set up along another, so you guys and girl can decide on either pylons or really uneven terrain for the last portion.” Phil instructed them. For Fallon that was an easy choice. She wanted the uneven terrain. Luckily Phil had gone with the other ideas everyone had been asking him for.

They all headed to the extension; there was a buzz of excitement in the air. For Fallon this was a new experience. She hadn’t ever worked on a project like this before. Her mind was whirring with anticipation, so much so that all her worries dissipated in the light spring breeze. All of them chattered about what they thought was more interesting. As they reached the extension, they divided into groups and got to work putting the boards in place.

It was at long last lunch time. They had finally finished placing the boards and tightening the screws. Fallon had gotten off lightly. The group of guys she was with hadn’t let her near the tools save one time. Mostly she had held the board in place while the two brothers, Aidan and Adam, screwed it in. She wasn’t complaining. The time she had been allowed to screw the board, her hand had slipped and the ratchet had gone flying. Aidan had laughed before telling Fallon that it would be better if she just held the board, so that no one would get hurt. The three of them had gotten along fine, the boys making sure that Fallon didn’t feel too left out. They had entertained her with jokes and other stories about when they had been racing.

Phil had asked Fallon to grab the food. Fallon had gone to get the cooler of food for lunch. Phil had given her the keys to his car. It was a Mustang Shelby GT. The type you could see and immediately think of ‘Knight Rider’. Phil had kept it in good condition, although he was getting older. Phil must have been in his early fifties, but all his cars looked brand new.

Fallon opened the trunk. She didn’t think it would be hard to carry the cooler back to where everyone was. As she picked up the cooler, her feet lost balance. She could feel her feet give out underneath her.

“Oh!” Fallon exclaimed as she landed with a light thud on the ground. Her legs were underneath the car, while the cooler was in her lap.

“Are you alright?” One of the guys had come running. “Yea, I’m fine…just bad balance.” Fallon said. It was the guy with brown hair and green eyes. “Here let me get this.” He took the cooler from off of Fallon, and set it on the ground. He then pulled Fallon up. “There you go.” He said as he let go of her hand. “Thanks. You’re Christopher? Right?” Fallon asked, hoping to get the name right. “Yea, you’re Fallon. You’ve got a nice car.” He told her. “Thanks.” Fallon said.