You Me Gas Station Novels & Stories

Evelyn By the time we pulled up to the gas station, my legs were half numb and my mind was already racing faster than the truck's tires. The place was quiet, too quiet. One of those old-fashioned stations with flickering overhead lights and a single booth that looked like it hadn’t seen a mop in years. It made my skin crawl, but I kept my face calm. Matthew Turner, the hunter-turned-good-Samaritan, or so he claimed, cut the engine and pointed toward the little booth. “There’s a landline inside, if the storm didn’t fry it. Go ahead and try your call, I’ll top up the tank.”

She looked at me disinterested like she had better things to do than attend to me. I paid with my card and picked the shopping bag of useless junk I had just bought for no sensible reason. I then stepped out of the store. The gas station kid had already filled my tank, and he was waiting by the car. “How much is the gas going to cost me? I will be paying with my card.” I asked with my card still in hand. “$6. I apologise for my earlier rudeness. I hope you did not take offence at me bothering you with questions.” The kid replied, still sounding embarrassed.

With that also comes endless miles without a gas station. Before I get out of town, I look down to see I've got plenty of gas to make it to the only station located in the middle of nowhere. Until then, I lean back and enjoy the ride. Clearing my thoughts, allowing the air to whisk them all away, I go completely blank, riding on autopilot.

I laugh and say, "Ha-ha Let's go. We have the get-together at Ava's and we have a party to attend tomorrow and we need our beauty sleep before the Dinner and Gala." We open the door and sit inside. While she is busy starting the car engine, I switch on my bluetooth and connect it to the speaker and start playing Taylor Swift's latest album. We drive away, singing loudly and jamming to the song. I roll down the window, allowing the cold wind to enter. I look outside, admiring the beauty of my neighbourhood and I repeat to myself that everything I achieved is definitely due to the hard work I put in. I couldn't help but think to myself,

It looked like it was straight out of a horror movie, but I was on empty and needed to fill up if I didn’t want to run out of gas in the middle of nowhere. There was an old man with a gigantic, bushy mustache sitting behind the counter in a rocking chair. He rose slowly as I stepped into the gas station. “You’re not from around here,” he drawled, staring at me. I flashed him my canines, a universal sign that I was a shifter too. He visibly relaxed. “Is it business or pleasure that’s brought you out this way?” “A little bit of both,” I said. “I need to fill up. I didn’t see a place out there to pay; do I pay in here?”

"See you later, Austin." "Bye," I said, but she'd already shut the door. I sighed before turning around and speeding across town to get to my glamorous job at the gas station. The day passed by slowly. It was as hot as I'd imagined it would be, and that kind of heat only brings out the worst in people. Three different people bitched about the price of gas, like I had anything to do with it, and one accused me of driving up the price because we were the only gas station in town.

Elara All the way home, Louisa’s words kept echoing in my head. Stay strong and stand your ground. I stopped at a gas station just outside Silvercrest lands to top off the tank — one less thing for Dad to complain about. I had never pumped my own gas before, but there were illustrations on the pump. Swipe card, select grade, lift nozzle. I fumbled through it, watching other customers come and go, and felt the full absurdity of how sheltered my life had been.

I look like shit. The past two nights were spent on trying to figure out the pattern of the bombing, Federico has not made any suspicious move lately neither has any of the capos. I don't want to kill Federico without having a solid reason, I won't disappointing father again. I'm going to need make up tonight, lots of it. I can't even pretend to be energetic tonight, I feel drained, hopefully Rolan won't notice and if he does... Oh well. A knock comes from my door and I already know who it is. "Come in Meth" I drawl, not taking my eyes off my miserable self in the mirror. The door opens and the click clanking of heels disrupts the silence in my room.

“No, I’m trying to get your driver’s license for your address so I can take you home.” “Oh. I, uh, guess that makes sense. Where are we?” The car isn’t moving, and bright light pours in the windows. Blinking, I look around, realizing we’re at a gas station. “Never mind. I recognize this place. We’re about twenty minutes from my house.” I unbuckle my seatbelt. “Where are you going?” “I have to pee.” He purses his lips. “Humans are so needy.”

I added quietly. "They hated you." His eyes were distant, maybe stuck in the past just as I was. We fell into silence again, each lost in our own world until we neared the first gas station. I nudged him, breaking his reverie. "We're low on gas. Let's stop here." The old gas station loomed ahead, one of those dusty, middle-of-nowhere places that hadn't seen a proper cleaning in years. The single pump sat under a weather-beaten canopy, the red paint faded to a dull rust colour.