Random x Reader one-shots

This is a long one! Beware! But it's super nice and an OC story.
It contains my OC, Georgia and my friends OC, Paris. It's when they've all grew up. So please don't be confused! Enjoy!
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Georgia's POV
Being the towns only mechanic had its ups and downs. One pro was all the money you made. On the other side, the con was that you had to do much work in a short period of time. I have a lot of people that come here that I recognize, and a lot that I know personally now. But there's one guy, he comes here almost all the time. He has this really cool, old school, Black Harley Davidson that he manages to break almost every day. I'm surprised it's not falling apart from how much he breaks it. But it's pretty small scratches and such, nothing big.... For the most part. He is really cute. But I can't tell anyone, especially not my little sister. She would tease the last living soul out of me.

I wipe some drops of oil off of my fore head, which made a big black swatch on there. I sit up from my spot on the floor and look at it. The old Toyota. I put away all the tools on the tool table and shut the lights off in the staff room and everywhere else, except a single light bulb that hangs by the door. I grab my leather jacket from the clothing hanger. I put it on and take my phone from the charging point. I put it on my pocket and turn around when I see Wybie stand in the door way. I look at him in shock.
-Hey Wybie? I say, but it comes out more as a question.
-H-Hey Georgia, He says and scratches his neck. Silence.
-Eh, well, I was wondering if you could, y'know, fix my bike? He says and heaves his very scrambled bike inside. I smirk and cross my arms.
-Did you break your motorcycle again! I ask mockingly, but he didn't catch that.
-It w-was raining, a-And-
I laugh, which interrupts him.
-Yeah, C'mon, I'll put on some tea for us. Sit down, place your bike right under that light, I say, pointing to the last living light. I walk back into the darkness to the mini kitchen, lighting the small lights and putting on some water.
-How did you manage to crumble it up like paper? I ask, walking into the light, looking at the bike.
-Well. There was mud, and a road... And right before I knew it, there was a tree right in front of me, making me fall down into a ditch, He says and plays with his hands.
-Granny will kill me y'know. If she finds out, He says and looks up at me with a small smile. I smile back and sit down on my working chair.
-I'm no snitch, I say and take a flashlight so I can see what I'm doing. I see a loose bolt, so I take a wrench and I see Wybie look around. I smile at his wonder and put the flashlight in my mouth and tighten the bolt, making the mudflap sit tight, checking if it needs to be tightened on the front. Yes, it does.
-Doesn't it get lonely here? He asks. I take out the flashlight from my mouth and flash at one of the tires, and then the other. It's flat.
-Yeah, sometimes, I say. Wybie looks at me.
-But, most often you have good company, I smile and go to the kitchen, pouring the tea into two cups. I shut the lights off and give a mug to Wybie. I put the cup beside the bike and look at it. Then I grab a hammer and just begin hammering the base until it looks somewhat whole. I stand back and it actually looks like a bike again. Then I look at Wybie. He looks shocked at me.
-Wow... He whispers and smiles. I smile back and then look at the bike. Then I sigh in frustration.
-I could have it done by tomorrow, this time? I say and pick up the mug from the floor, and drinking from it.
-R-Really? That's great!... But how am I gonna get home? He asks as he puts the empty cup on the tool table.
-I could give you a ride, I say and finish the cup. I place it next to Wybies as I look at him.
-W-Well, I mean, if you're going home, then sure, he says and look down on the floor.
-It's 5 o'clock, of course I'm going home, I say and laugh. He looks at me and blushes. I walk to the door and put my hand over the light switch.
-Are you coming, or do you wanna sit here all night, in the dark? I ask. Wybie quickly stands up and walks out. I switch the light and lock the door behind me. I walk out to my car. The only car left in the parking lot. I jump into the drivers seat and Wybie sits next to me. I start the engine.
-Could you, maybe drive me to my friend Coraline's place? He says.
-Granny will kill me. I think I already told you that, he says and chuckles lightly.
-Yeah, sure. Where does she live? I ask. My heart was sinking. Was she really a friend? Or, was she his girlfriend? Well, I'm not the one to judge.
-She lives by the old supermarket, in the middle of town, he says. I smile at him and back up. I start driving and Wybie plays with the smelly-good thing in the window.
-What scent, he asks.
-Excuse me? I ask.
-What scent is it? Wybie asks curiously. I look at him.
-Raspberry. Why? I ask and smile.
-It smells good, he says and leans back.
-You want me to put on the radio? I ask.
-Yeah... Wybie says. I put on the radio, and it plays a sweet tune. Wybie closes his eyes and humms slightly. I smile and I turn right.