You know this question had to come up...


"Hey Sam?"

"Yeah dad?"

Ron looked at his son, trying to find the right words to verbalize the question that had been bothering him for the past few days. "Uh, there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

Sam stopped his stride out the front door and looked back at his father. "What's up?"

Caught between staring at the keys clenched in his son's hand and the yellow Camero that seemed to be inching closer and closer to the window with every second, Ron finally managed to gather his thoughts enough to talk.

"What happened to your old car?"

Sam visibly froze, his eyes widening a little. "Uh…I…uh…"

Ron waited patiently, not really knowing what to expect. His son's car had gone from a beat up, dented, and faded, 1975 Camero to a sleek and polished 2007 model in less than a week. Normally, such an occasion would raise more questions than that but with the recent events that had unfolded with Sam in the middle; it seemed the simplest one to comprehend now.

"I painted it." Sam replied simply.

"You painted it?" Ron retorted incredulously.

"Yeah. You'd be amazed what a simple coat of paint can do." Sam added, laughing unconvincingly and scooting closer to the door.

"Like make your car look 32 years newer?"

"Yeah! Exactly!"

"So, painting your car changed not only its physical appearance but its entire year model as well?"

"Good body shop. Top of the line. All the way." Sam stammered, nodding a little too enthusiastically as his hand reached the door knob. "Anything else you wanna ask, dad?"

Ron sighed heavily, clearly defeated. "Nope, just had to be sure."

Sam nodded again, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet. "Well, I gotta go! Off to pick up Miles and do typical teenager stuff. Love ya dad!" He jumped over and gave his father a quick hug before bolting out the door before the older man could ask any other questions.

"Curfew at 11!" Ron shouted, watching as Sam jumped into his car (which gave a satisfied rumble from the engine), waved back at his father and drove off.

Sighing as the car sped of into the distance, Ron absently made the decision to start looking into the body shops around town. His truck could use a touch up as well…