A little Top Gear fanfic!
All little Top Gear fanfic!
A little info: This isn’t about me, just about a fictional character called Chloe, she loves top gear and gets her dream job. Richard isn’t married in this, don’t want to upset anyone :(
9 am, Monday morning, I’m in the back of a London cab filled with excitement and nerves on my way to a job interview but I couldn’t stop thinking about how I could become, not a key part but a part of the Top Gear team, I love top gear, Jeremy Clarkson, James May and Richard Hammond, oh Richard Hammond. I love him, I thought he was brilliant. My stomach filled with butterflies I wonder how I’ll do in my interview, hopefully I’ll be fine, the butterflies make me feel sick but they have to be forgotten now as the restaurant where I going to be interviewed was just minutes away. Just before I got out of the cab I told myself I’d be fine, giving the money to the cab driver, I turned round and as I looked at the restaurant my eyes widen, “Wow, that is just…” I couldn’t think of a word to describe how blindingly beautiful it looked.
Looking up at the beautiful building that I would be having my interview in, struggling to walk in a straight line, finally I was up to the gorgeous, dark brown wooden doors. Walking through the doors to a pristine white and golden room, with perfectly laid tables with gleaming white table clothes, again I was amazed how perfect everything was. A young lady with blonde hair and small smile came over to me, “Hello, my name is Elisha, do you have a reservation?”
I was shocked at how nice and quiet she was, before I could say anything a loud, voice of a man from the right of me shout my name. “CHLOE, hey Chloe.” I slightly jumped and looked and to my surprise a man in jeans and a black shirt had one hand in the air and looking at me. He was the man I was here to see.
“I’m guessing that he’s the person you’re looking for?” The young girl looked over to him that back to me, still with her small smile in her face, she gestured to me to follow and I did.
“Oh, sorry for making you jump, didn’t know if you knew I would be here early.” He looked at me with deep sorry. “Oh, you probably forgotten my name, seen as it was ages ago we spoke, I’m…” Before he finished he had his answer.
“Your Andy, I do remember, I made a note.” I looked at him with embarrassment, why did I have to say that.
“Oh… OK… that’s good, let’s start the interview, your C.V says you’re a 25 year old, brown haired, blue eyed, female, yes you are, that’s correct” He looked at me for all of three seconds then to the paper in front of him. “So, your C.V, that is very impressive I’d like to say, says you’ve worked in two different restaurants here in London, why did you leave, if you don’t mind me asking?” Andy looked up at me again with a questioning face. Oh god, I know the answer but I was nervous.
“Oh, err… well you see.” There was a short pause but then I realised that I was perfectly fine and could do this. “You see with the first one I worked as a waitress, and then worked my way up to behind the bar.” I looked at Andy and he was just listening to me as he read my C.V some more.
“Oh right, OK, please do go on.” Andy said without looking up at me, I was not happy with that but like he said I carried on.
“After a few years there I just decided I wanted to do something different, somewhere different, so I then went to work at the second one not far from here and there I was the head waitress and I really enjoyed it. But after I did that for a year or so, working in a restaurant was a little boring.” As I finished I looked at Andy but he didn’t look at me.
“It says here that you drive, how long for and what do you drive.” He looked at me again then to my C.V, finally a question I knew would win him over, he doesn’t know that I love cars and that I think they are just brilliant.
“I’ve been driving for seven years and at the moment I’m driving a Fiat Punto” I looked at Andy and noticed a smirk was creeping on my face. He looked up at me with a slightly shocked face.
“Most women your ages don’t know what car they have, how do you know that?” He looked at me, his eyes stuck to me until I told him.
“Because I simply love cars. Their just… brilliant.” The smile on my face was huge and I didn’t care.
“One last question, do you mind been the Orang-utans and the Hamster’s assistant?” He looked at me with a smile on his face and simply said, “You’ve got it.”
“What, the job?” I was completely shocked, my mouth was dry and I could believe it. “REALLY!” I shouted slightly and went red. “OH… my.”
He let out a slight laugh. “Yes.” He took a drink of his water, sat back and said.” You start tomorrow at 7.45am, you don’t mind if I through you in the deep end do you?”
“Oh, no, no, the deeper the better.” Oh god, that didn’t sound right. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.” My cheeks went red.
“It’s fine, you’ll fit in perfectly with everyone.” He continued to laugh.
After Andy and I finish talking, I walked back outside the restaurant. I couldn’t believe my luck; I had been given a chance at my dream job, working as part of the Top Gear team.
