Like old times

"How do you like me new truck? I paid for half of and my Dad paid for the rest as a gift for graduating from college." I look around the truck, the extended cab worn from a few years spent on a farm somewhere. "Ummm...new?" I try to not sound too sarcastic since it seems she's proud of it, probably the many hours worked at the diner and bent over her desk studying for good grades. "It's new to me jerk. And plus, the last time I saw your truck, it didn't look much better." She giggled, knowing I didn't mean any harm in my words. "First off, Betty Jane is the best truck around. She's a dirty girl that likes to work hard and get muddy on the weekends. And she's an actual farm truck while this is a tired truck from the farm that's been retired from hard working." I chuckle, our playful argument heating up. "Tired?!?! Betty Lue is as beautiful as me and would leave your truck in the dust... or at least it's smoke, it has a head gasket leak. But once I save up enough money, I'm going to get it fixed and lifted and paint redone. She's gonna look like a million dollars when I'm done with her." She turned in her seat, pointing a finger at me. Becka leans forward between us, "Now guys, I wouldn't mind getting between y'all while your all hot and dirty racing your trucks but I think your forgetting something." We both look at her, confusion on our faces. "We all know Betsy would smoke all of you." I look over at Sara, raising an eyebrow. "She's talking about her ol Punch bug. Becka, I'm pretty sure I could run faster than that thing I haven't ran in over 5 years." She chuckles as she turns back towards the front and turns on the truck, the V8 engine roaring to life. I let out a chuckle, leaning back against the seat suddenly realizing how close Becka was sitting next to me. "Sarah, if you want, I'll come over and replace that gasket for you. It's the least I could do for you for the cup of coffee you gave me tonight." She smirked in the review mirror as she back out of the spot, "Your out of your mind if you think that would make us even. I'd I took it to a mechanic,it would cost me over hundred bucks. No, what would make us even is if I got you a date with a beautiful friend of mine that I work with..." Becka turns bright red, covering her face with her hands,"Sarah!!! Your so embarrassing." She pulls out on the road, turning on the radio. "Embarrassing? Wait till you see me at the bar tonight."