You Me Gas Station Novels & Stories

Zoya said greeting the security guard. "Good evening, can I help you?" asked the security guard with the thick mustache. “Do you know where I can find the nearest gas station. My car there ran out of gas," said Zoya, pointing to Doctor Rin's car. "Hmm pounds of gas? About three hundred meters there is a gas station at the end of the road. You can go there,” said the security guard.

“Here to see your granny?” Suzanne smiled back. She liked Bob, he always asked her the same questions whenever she came. “Yeah, can you let me in Bob?” Jolly Bob nodded and flashed his card at the gate’s sensor, but not before putting his elbow on her windowsill. He smiled a toothy smile. “Sure you don’t want to go out with me anytime soon Ms Summers?”

I said kissing her cheeks before standing up. “You must not be with me. My people will kill you and I can't bear to see you get hurt. It hurts me but I hope you forget me and live on.” he said smiling even though it is breaking my heart. She will hate me for sure but I need to go. I need to go before the situation becomes worse. I quickly made out the underground clinic. I was surprised to see that it was actually a cave. I looked around trying to find where I am. The place was a bit unfamiliar but I have no choice but to walk forward.

Oh well, another level of timidity dominated me. It then clicked that I was supposed to go grocery shopping but I had less cash on me. My parents were ignorant about my part-time jobs. How was I supposed to produce money for grocery shopping? After walking for twenty-four minutes, I went back inside the studio, to see Evans all ready to go home. I thanked the stars because it was almost time for me to be at the restaurant. I stepped out and sighted the tall model exit in my crush's car, the lykan hypersport. I sighed and realized that I'll never be his girl. How could I even possibly expect that!!!

"Well, thanks for the ride, Bush! I'm going to be late." He stopped me as I reached for the handle. "Wait, so you work here now?" "Yep." "Wow. Well, I'm proud. You actually found yourself a job after all." I chuckled. "Yeah, I did. Thanks." Popping open the door, I grabbed my bags and stepped out. "See ya later." "See ya." He flashed me a cheesy grin. I walked up to the doors and slipped inside the gas station. The girl behind the register was tapping away on her phone. She didn't even bother to lift her head up. I padded over to the counter and cleared my throat.

Please. My stomach dropped so hard I felt it hit the floor. Out of gas. I stared at the message until the screen dimmed again, then locked. Unlocked it. Read it again. The timestamp glared back: 11:47 p.m. It was almost midnight now and she was at a gas station on 12th, the one with the busted neon sign and the payphone that hadn’t worked in years. I knew exactly where it was—three miles from our apartment, maybe four from here if I took the back roads. Too far to walk in this cold.

The old man was looking at me the way people look when they've figured out more than you've told them and decided it's not their business. "Thank you," I said. "Seriously." "You take care of yourself." He looked at my midsection for just a second. Then he put the truck in drive. I watched the taillights until they turned the corner. Then I counted my money again. Sixty-three dollars. I put fifty of it under the wiper blade of the only other car in the gas station lot, a sedan with a faded baby-on-board sticker and a cracked taillight. Then I walked into the gas station.

I cleared my throat slightly to interrupt him and it worked. "I am sorry to interrupt you, director, but the only thing you got correctly was my name. I am not here to manage any department in this working institution. I came here as an intern. That's what I came here to be, and hopefully, at the end of my internship, I will be recommended to the board for retention." I chuckled and he did the same, lowering his head for a while before he started to talk.

I could feel their eyes on me immediately, their gazes lingering without any attempt to hide their curiosity. They whispered among themselves, glancing back and forth like they were trying to solve a puzzle. Finally, one of them stepped closer, smiling awkwardly. “Hi, sorry, are you new here? You look kind of familiar.” I turned toward them calmly. For a brief second, I almost slipped back into my old habit, but I stopped myself, and smiled. “I’m Grace from the PR department.” The moment the words left my mouth, it was like time froze. They stared at me, eyes wide, expressions blank with disbelief.

The gas station was only a couple of blocks away and the faster I walked, the faster I could return home to my warm bedroom where I could lock myself in for the night. The familiar gas station employee gave me a weak smile when I stepped up to the counter. When I laid the bill down she grimaced. "That isn't enough, sugar." The way she popped her gum at me made me cringe. "Then just give me one of them." I slid the other back toward her, knowing my mom would be pissed but not giving a shit. "I've got the other one." The voice that came from behind me made all the hairs stand up as I gripped the edge of the counter.