Farrah's POV
Jackson and I followed Dj through the front door, who was still praying about the fact she almost lost her life.
"That's it, Jackson. I cannot teach you to drive. You are a maniac." Dj gasped, slamming the door shut while I laughed
"We never even left the driveway." Jackson laughed
"You were texting." Dj snapped
"You sent him the text." I pointed out, sitting on the step beside the door
"It was a test. It said, 'Do not look at your texts." Dj defended herself
"Guys, I'd be happy to teach the young lad the rules of the road." Danny offered
"No." We all three quickly declined, knowing how awful of a teacher he was
"What? I'm an excellent driving teacher." Danny said
"Yeah. Because it's always helpful when your teacher yells 'I don't wanna die!" Dj argued
"Fine. I'm going back to the television studio, where at least people have the common decency to pretend to respect me." Danny snapped, walking out.
"If you can't teach me, then what about Aunt Stephanie?" Jackson suggested, as Steph shrugged
"No. She crashed Joey's car into the kitchen." Dj said
"Yeah, when I was eight. I've only done it, like, twice since then." Steph said
"What about Kimmy?" Jackson asked
"I can show you how to steer with my belly." Kimmy smiled, shaking her stomach
"Fernando. He's a race car driver." Jackson suggested, hoping anyone else would teach him
"He's had eight races this season. He's crashed nine times." Dj said
"What about me? I have a hardship." I offered, waving my card in my hand
"Yeah, But the adult teaching has to be over 18." Dj denied, again, making me groan and flop onto the floor
"Well, what if I got a fake ID?" I smirked, still on the ground
"Don't even think about it." Dj scolded
"Oh, come on. Could've gotten fast food by myself." I sighed, making Steph laugh
"There is 57 people living in this house, and no one can teach me." Jackson said, walking up the stairs
"I can teach you something." I smirked, making him blush, although I was joking
"Shut up." He laughed, punching my shoulder
"What? I was definitely talking about teaching you to fold clothes properly." I laughed
After actually folding clean clothes, I leaned against Jackson's knees as I painted my nails and he played on his IPad. Max sat at Jackson desk, when all of a sudden he gasped.
I groaned as I got paint on my finger, glaring at the boy, "Can you please stop gasping every time you get a new YouTube subscriber?"
"It's not that. Mrs. Culkin just posted our grades from today's social studies test." Max said
"Let me guess. Another "A"? Jackson asked
"No. I failed." Max choked out, making me look up from my nails
"You mean, I'm not the only disappointment any more?" Jackson asked
I punched him in the arm, but that didn't see me to stop his taunting, "Yes. In your face."
"Maybe this is it. I've peaked. It's all downhill. I'm doomed to a life of disappointment and failure. I should call Joey to see what to expect." Max stressed
"Wait. It's says you got a B." I laughed, leaning over the boy's shoulder to look at his grades
"Everyone knows "B" stands for "basically an A" Jackson shrugged, making me roll my eyes
"I'm pretty sure it stands for, "Bye Bye, hopes and dreams. Hello, Dartmouth." Max groaned
"Once again, it pronounced Dart-Mouth." Jackson corrected, although he was wrong
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"You were doing great until the car broke down." Steve said to Jackson, after we'd pulled into an alley.
Steve offered to teach Jackson how to drive, and I decided to tag along, because Steve said he take me to our favorite dinner place after.
"On the plus side, for the one mile you actually drove, you only hit two garbage cans." Steve continued
"How is that a plus? Also, you might not want to use this hat again, unless you like the smell of throw up." I groaned, throwing the hat out the window, and into a dumpster
"He missed the other four." Steve continued, laughing at my face
"Oh, Yeah. I am a great driver." Jackson said
I laughed loudly, and they looked at me, "Oh, you were being serious?"
"I wouldn't exactly say that. You have the unearned confidence of a Kardashian." Steve offered, trying to be as nice as possible
"Which one?" Jackson asked
"Doesn't matter." Steve said, opening up the hood of the car
"We'll get to the bottom of this. Let's pop the old hood," He started, "Aha. It's exactly what I thought. What we have here is a worn out, um..."
"Should we call AAA?" Jackson asked, wanting to get home
"Hold on. I haven't even had a chance to work my magic yet. Please. Think I don't know how to fix a car?" Steve asked
"I don't." Jackson and I said, immediately.
An hour later, Jackson and I were still sitting in the front of the car, while Steve continued to try and fix it.
"Try it now." Steve said
Jackson pressed the ignition, but nothing happened. This continued for awhile, "What are we trying exactly?"
"Not sure, but that's what guys always say when they're under the hood. I'll be honest. The only thing I know how to do with a car engine is grill a tri-tip." Steve said
"You can do that?" I asked, leaning over Jackson to stick my head out of the window
"Oh, Yeah. Totally. My dad taught me when I was a kid. He learned it in the army." Steve smiled
"I could definitely go for a steak right now." Jackson said
"I'm sorry, I don't have any steaks. We can't get the engine to work." Steve sighed
"Gentleman, What seems to be the problem?" Matt asked, randomly walking into the alley
"Matt, what are you doing here? You work for AAA now?" Steve asked
"I see what you did there. No. Farrah texted me." Matt said, making me awkwardly laugh
"You texted Matt? What made you think I can't handle it?" Steve asked
"Well, we have been sitting here for two hours." I shrugged
I sat in Jackson's lap while they tried to fix the car, until Matt told me try to turn the car on. The engine still didn't start, even as we kept trying.
"Are we sleeping here tonight?" Jackson asked
"No, we're getting this car fixed. Step aside, Matt." Steve said
Steve did something, and I tried the engine again, and it finally worked. We all cheered, as I crawled off Jackson's lap so we could get out of the car.
"That was amazing." Jackson said
"Yeah, the battery connection was loose." Steve said
"Yeah, that was the next thing in my check list. So, I'm gonna get going. I got to go get my groceries in the fridge." Matt added, pointing at his own car
"You by any chance have any tri-tip and tin foil in there?" Steve asked with a hopeful smile
"Have we met?" Matt asked like the answer to the question was obvious
"Looks like we're having a barbecue." Steve smiled
"Wait. You were serious? We're gonna cook on the engine?" Jackson asked
"Yeah, while I teach you how to drive, those babies are gonna cook. So, once you know how to drive and cook on an engine you can take your little lady on cool dates." Steve smiled, patting my shoulders with a smile
"Cool. I'm gonna take a nap in the back." I said, getting back into the car so I didn't have to deal with them anymore
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After they finished their steaks, we finally drove home so Steve and I could ditch Jackson and go get some real food,
"Mom, I'm home. And I drove myself." Jackson cheered, opening the door
"Oh, honey. I'm so proud of you. And I'm sorry I couldn't help. But, hey, I'm not perfect. Oh, that's hard to say." Dj groaned
"The kid was amazing." Steve smiled
"You think I'm amazing? The car broke down, Steve fixed it, and then grilled us steaks on the engine." Jackson smiled before walking up the stairs
"Houston's?" Steve asked
"Yep." I nodded as we rushed out of the house, before DJ could stop us from going to get a ridiculous amount of food
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I decided to post because I had a little extra time. Also, after finishing season four, I'm going to write a One Day At A Time fan fiction. Also, no outfit cus I have a killer headache.