It's like Christine but less Stephen Kingy and more cheesy romance.

She obliged, grinning and entangling her fingers in his hair, their faces close.

"Well, I have news for you, babygirl. So are you." He grinned and kissed her softly, running his hands up her legs.

She grinned mischievously, kissing him again, for longer.

Jeremy chuckled softly into her lips, sliding his hands up her waist and around her back as he deepened it.

-

Jeremy yawned as he awoke from his peaceful slumber, rubbing his hair ungracefully.

Averi was in the kitchen, humming and making herself some tea happily.

Jeremy smiled at this, exhaling deeply as he sat up and pulled boxers on. He stood, stepping sleepily into the kitchen and looping his arms around her from behind. "Morning, babydoll."

She grinned, resting her head back on his shoulder and kissing his jaw. "Morning. How'd ya sleep?"

"Like a little baby." He grinned, kissing her clavicle softly. "Last night was fabulous, darling."

"God, it was," she breathed, pushing her fingers into his hair. "You're full of surprises, eh?"




"Your first car," Brandy announced, probably for the first time. "God, this is so emotional. I helped you leave your mother's body and now I'm helping you into a death trap."

Valentine laughed, pulling black curls into a ponytail and looking up at him with bright green eyes. "You make it sound like it's a certainty. It's just a car, Dad."

"It is not just a car," he sulked, but smiled.

She looked around with a light laugh, pulling out her cell phone to text. After a few moments, however she looked up and her eyes widened at the sight of the car in the distance. "Dad, I want that one."

"Uh... Okay, I guess we can look at it." He started toward it, smiling.

She stepped quickly to it, stopping in front of the decrepit masterpiece. She stroked the hood, grinning. "Oh my God, we have to get it."

He raised a brow, looking it over. "This is kind of awful. We have four grand."

"Dad, we totally have to get it!" she begged, looking up at him.

He met her gaze, raising a brow. "Um... Okay, I guess we can get it a radio."

"Yeah!" she cried happily, hugging him. "Thank you so much, Daddy!"

"You're welcome, baby," he laughed, rubbing her back. "Let's bring it home."

That night, Valentine grinned as she sat comfortably in the driver's seat, stroking the console and sighing. "This is awesome," she murmured to herself, adjusting the mirrors excitedly. "This is my baby. What's your name?" She opened the glove box, putting her insurance information inside, but she raised a brow at a small slip of paper. She picked it up, brushing black curls behind her ear and crinkling her forehead in confusion at the radio station listed. Valentine turned the car battery on, switching to the radio station.

"Ahhhh..." a low, male voice sighed contently, the lights intensifying, the mirrors shifting in a stretch. "God, I'm sore. What's your name? I'm Christian."

"Hey..." she started, shocked, emerald eyes wide. "Wha...?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm your car," he greeted, windshield wipers flexing.

Valentine stared at the radio with big eyes, frozen, but then she screamed and darted out of the car and into the house, slamming the door shut and running into Brandon for a tight, frightened hug.

Brandon raised a brow, but hugged her tightly. "You okay, baby? What's wrong?"

She was shaking, completely terrified. "Th-The car!" she stammered, looking up at him. "It talked!"

"Your car talked?" he murmured, confused and concerned as he pushed a curl behind her ear. "Are you sure? It's a new radio, maybe it picked up a weird signal or something."

"No! It started moving the mirrors by itself and the windshield wipers and then it said its name was Christian!" she screamed in a panic.
"What's going on now?" Shiloh asked from the kitchen, going to them with a worried expression.

"Valentine says her car is talking to her," he murmured, looking up at Shiloh, perplexed. His gaze fell back to his daughter and he kissed her forehead reassuringly. "Are you sure you didn't fall asleep for a second or something?"

"I'm sure, Dad! I'm being completely serious! I found this weird piece of paper with an am station and when I changed it, it started talking to me!"
Shiloh raised a brow, putting her hand on Valentine's forehead. "She feels a little hot."
She screamed in frustration, pushing her hand away. "I'm not making this up! It really happened!"

"Okay, okay! Calm down! It just sounds a little weird." He frowned, resting a hand on her arm. "Let's go look at it. Do you want to go look at it?"

She nodded, brushing her hair behind her ear shakily.

He kept an arm over her shoulders, glancing back at Shiloh as he led Valentine out. "So what'd he say, babe?"

"He said his name was Christian and he was my car," she mumbled, looking up at him. The door was still open, the battery still on from where she'd darted away.