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There are probably worse things to get phone calls about.

However ones from the police station which involve words such as "child" and "car accident" are pretty bad. Especially when the child involved your fifteen year old ward.

Which is exactly the sort of phone call Andrew got on Saturday evening.

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Alec looks miffed and properly messed with. Never mind the fact that he doesn't exactly want to impress girls.

"Are you going to show me how to drive so I don't crash into things and ruin your cars?"

"You can take driver's education in school. I believe they offer it during your junior year."

He unlocks the door to the apartment and ushers Alec in.

Not looking at Andrew he makes a grab for a pack of cigarettes he left on the table earlier before saying,

"So you're going to trust them to teach me?"

"Do you have a plausible reason I shouldn't trust them?"

Andrew doesn't trust anyone, of course, but he knows Alec is trying to manipulate him, and he doesn't care for it.

He's trying to learn from Andrew. Which isn't a good thing.

Thinking about his wording as he lights up a cigarette, because he doesn't want to get himself completely banned from ever driving again until he's thirty, Alec carefully says, "Well, sir. I don't know how well something like driving a car can be taught in a group setting."

Also, damnit he wants Andrew to teach him.

Andrew ponders the thought for a moment, lighting a cigarette of his own. He knows Alec is trying to get something out of him, but he may actually have a point.

"I'll teach you," he eventually says brusquely.

Fantastic. Now he gets Andrew to teach him and he doesn't have to wait until his junior year. He manages to look serious however, despite inward gleeful cheering.

"And yes, I know. Nothing until I pay back the car, right?"

"Nothing until you pay back the car with interest."

Of course he'd charge interest on the car payments. Of course.

"..." Of course he would.

"How much interest?"

"When I bought it new, the car was $1,100. Of course, it would have depreciated in value over the last two years from general wear and tear, so I'd say that at the time you crashed it, it was probably worth about $900. If you need to pay back $900, I'd say an interest rate of 5% is reasonable. That means that the longer you take to pay it off, the more expensive it will be, so I suggest paying as quickly as you can."

Yes, Andrew's put some thought into this.

Well fuck. There goes all his money for the next while.

Which is entirely the point.

"5% at what time period? A day? A week? A month?"

"5% on every monthly payment, of course. We'll set a minimum monthly payment, but of course, you're more than welcome to pay more than the minimum and get it over with quicker."

And Andrew's going to make some money. Delightful.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Right.

He runs his hand through his hair. Fortunately not the one with the lit cigarette in it. "Yes. Of course." Alec isn't fighting this one too much because well, yeah, he fucked up.

There might be some mention about how he's making money by taking advantage of a teenager - his son even - except that this is Andrew and said teenager has done it enough times to him in the past.

"Good. And I assume we won't need to have another conversation about asking before using my property?"

He takes a lazy drag on his cigarette, clearly in his element when making Alec uncomfortable.

"Yes, sir." He sounds horribly defeated and kicked. "How much minimum and we're getting it in writing, yeah?"

"Well," Andrew said, enjoying this perhaps more than he should have been, "That entirely depends. You're making a bit of money working for me now, so perhaps half of that paycheck is reasonable."

"............."

Honestly what exactly is he supposed to say to that one? It's not like he can say he needs it for rent and food because he's living with Andrew. Most of it is just money he uses for himself and socking it away for Just In Case.

It'll knock out most of his fun money, that's for sure because he doesn't think Andrew will let him get away with extorting money for little jobs either. At least not until the car is finished.

"You will, of course, have additional opportunities to earn money throughout your repayments, but that money will go straight to me."

Yes, he's going to get all the household chores out of you, Alec.

He grounds out a "Yes, sir."

Then, "I want this down in paper so I know how much you're taking out. And how much I'm supposedly earning to go to the car payments."

Oh, does he know it.

"Go get my briefcase, and I'll write it on official paper."

Alec nods and goes to grab the briefcase. It is such a loving relationship the two of them have where they try and extort money out of each other and then write up business contracts to make sure at least the extortion is fair.

Or something.

He puts the briefcase on the kitchen table and then makes a beeline for the fridge in search of food.

"D'you want anything?"

He opens the briefcase and rummages around for some paper as he thinks about whether or not he wants something to eat. Eventually he shrugs. "There's crackers in the cupboard. I'll have some of those."

"Yes, sir."

As he says this Alec pulls out the fixings for sandwiches and makes two of them, completely ignoring what the man says.

The second sandwich he puts in front of Andrew. Then he gets Andrew something to drink.

He looks at the sandwich suspiciously. "Are you trying to bribe me?" he asks, even as he picks it up and takes a bite of it, realizing he's surprisingly hungry. Fetching Alec from the police station apparently took a lot out of him.

"No, sir. You just need to eat." He sounds a wee bit disapproving.

Alec's nagged him a bit about this whole eating thing as he's gotten older and noticed the lack of eating.

"I don't think I could bribe you."