Chapter 3
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Fitz-Fitz-Fitz-Fitz-Fitz
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“This might be interesting; I’ve never been to a car show before”
Jemma said and they entered the fairgrounds where the show was being held, absently looking around, taking in all the unusual vehicles and booths that had been set up.
It really looked quite impressive; there were dozens of booths set up with various items, everything from snacks and drinks, tools and car parts, to random knick knacks and collector items. All around the perimeter there were vehicles parked in the grass; more kinds then they could ever even begin to name. It almost looked like they’d stepped back in time, all of the cars from different eras.
Fitz strolled down a row, absently looking at some really striking, deep green old fashioned truck. Something about it seemed almost familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. Distantly he remembered seeing more and more unusual types of cars lately, people must have been coming into town for the show; maybe he’d seen it around somewhere. He put the thought out of his mind, focusing more on Jemma.
She had seemed okay with coming, though a bit down, still a bit upset over the news that May was in a relationship. He really felt for her, wanting to help her get over it. He’d asked her again this morning if she was sure she wanted to go, but she seemed determined to meet May’s new girlfriend, seemingly convinced that if the woman genuinely seemed to care about May, if she seemed to make her happy, she would be more okay with it.
He didn’t really see how seeing someone you had a crush on for over two years happy with someone else would make anything else better, but he supported her, regardless.
They wander down the rows of cars, passively looking at them, chatting about this and that, and keeping an eye out for May. They hadn’t really had a set meeting place, but she’d find them, they were sure of that; it wasMay, after all.
Jemma was in the middle of recapping a part of an old detective movie that one of the cars from the 1940’s reminded her of, when Fitz’s gaze absently drifted over one of the cars, and he froze.
It was a beautiful, little red convertible; all smooth lines and curves. It was Lola, Mack’s friends car! The car that Mack was working on when he’d first met him. The car that he had boasted about finally getting to work on, that he had lied about a family emergency and closed his shop for. The car that Mack was getting ready for a classic car show- which is exactly where he was right now.
Jemma, Finally noticing Fitz had fell out of step with her turned back to him, finding him somewhat frozen in a spot, staring at some kind of pretty red car.
“Fitz, what’s wrong? I was talking to thin air for, like two minutes, before I realized you weren’t there?”
He still seemed a bit frozen
She looked at the car again, it really was quite pretty, very unique looking, but it was Fitz, he was never really a car person, so, she was just confused.
“That is a really beautiful car, isn’t it?”
“That’s Lola!” Fitz said, in shock
“What” she asked
Then her eyes widened, she remembered Fitz telling her about Mack telling him about the car, and teasing him about not having a name for his own car.
“Wait, so, that is the car that Mack was so obsessed with? The one he was getting ready for the show? This show!”
She was getting excited; she really wanted to meet the guy that had Fitz so tied up.
She craned her neck, looking around trying to spot someone who looked like the description Fitz had given her of Mack.
“Well, come on, lets go find him!” She said excitedly
“What! No! I Can’t do that, I told him I wasn’t into cars, like at all, he’ll probably think I’m stalking him or something! We need to leave” he said nervously
Jemma rolled her eyes
“Fitz, we’re not leaving, we’re here for May, and you’re not going to go hide somewhere. What we are going to do is find him and I am going to find out if he is interested in you or not, once and for all. Now come on, or I will just find him myself and get the answers on my own.” She declared
“No, Jem, you can’t do that! Besides, you don’t even know him, how will you know it’s him?” he countered, somewhat desperately
Jemma rolled her eyes
“Fitz, I have been listening to you talk about him for the last two weeks almost nonstop. By now, I could probably pick the guy out of a line up. At night. In the fog. Now are you going to help me find him, act like an adult, and see where this is going to go? Or am I going to just have to go up to every tall, gorgeous, bald guy with a great smile and ask them if they think my best friend is cute? Because I have at least 30 pictures with you on my phone, and I will do that.” She finished, raising her eyebrow, daring him to doubt her.
He knew she’d do it, without a doubt.
He sighed in defeat, and put his hands up in mock surrender
“Okay, okay, fine. Just if we find him, please don’t do that”
“We’ll see” she answered, looping her arm through his, to keep him from running off