You Me Gas Station Novels & Stories

And by the time the first innings was over, my voice was starting to hurt from all of the chants I'd gotten caught up in. "Do they sell drinks or anything?" I asked, scanning my surroundings for a stall of some sort. "Yeah there should be someone walking around with that stuff," Conner joined my search. "There he is." I followed his gaze, my eyes landing on a young guy who was going up and down the aisles with his portable food cart. "Wait, people actually do that?" I asked excitedly. "I thought that was just in the movies." "Are you talking about the wiener dude?" Nikki joined the conversation. "He's the best."

I affirm, ready to fill the void of hunger that had grown throughout our drive. Luckily enough, we only had to drive for another twenty minutes to find a gas station on the side of the road. It was beside some eerie looking motel complex Jasper and I collectively agreed we wouldn't stay at. "You get the snacks, I'll get the gas," Jasper discloses, and I agree, liking that. While the Alpha stood at the car, I wandered inside the petrol station. Fairly run down, the entire place looks like it was meant to exist a few years ago, and that is it. The man at the front reads a newspaper, and doesn't even look up as I wander in.

Turning into an empty parking space, I put the car to a stop. I picked up my purse and car keys and then shut the door, locking the car. Taking a step towards the front door, I noticed that the gas station was actually bigger than I'd thought. I raised my head high, refusing to feel little for parking my old dingy car amongst others which looked way more expensive. There was a tall blonde guy behind the counter. He looked up from his cleaning the second I walked in, the tiny bell hanging from the doorpost signalling him of my presence. He seemed to be in his early twenties, looking a little out of place for some reason.

I really hoped the sucker was dipped and fell for it, trying desperately to think of how to lose him. The gas station appeared a few miles ahead after a moment and I could see a collection of cars using it to fill up. Hmmmm; maybe I could trade. I mused as I pulled up to a pump and closed the door softly like I was trying not to wake someone inside. Now who looks naieve enough for this to work? I wondered as I walked to the building and saw the car that had been following pass and then turn down a side street.

The thing is, I feel trapped, and I have been feeling more and more like that every passing day. “Well, you have moved up faster in the company than most and you deserve to take a rest.” He says and I want to pat myself on the back. I love this company. Not only are they focused on employee growth, but they are just as Formula 1 crazy as I am. I mean, what other company would name its boardrooms after the Formula 1 racetracks and teams? Sure, it is fitting as we are the fastest growing secondhand car dealership, but still, it is awesome when you can relate your personal interests to that of the company. “Where did you say you were going again?” “Castelmezzano.” I tell him and he seems to thi

I'd heard about Chuck's downfall, but since he never showed up, I acted like I didn't know a thing. Next time I saw him was at an auto shop. My belly had a soft curve by then. He was under a car, covered in grease. When he slid out and saw me—frozen. That one look felt like it stretched forever. Only six months had passed. He awkwardly wiped his hands and sweat off his face. We ended up in the waiting area. He glanced at my stomach, gave this bitter little smile. After a pause, he finally asked, "You... got married?"

Hazel’s face flashes in my mind again, her eyes, her voice, the way she asked me to reject her. I pull into a gas station, hoping the quick stop will give me a moment to breathe. I fuel up the truck, the pump clicking as the gas tank fills. Stepping out, I head inside the convenience store, the dull hum of the fluorescent lights overhead mingling with the low murmur of people talking. I grab a sandwich and a drink, paying quickly, eager to get back on the road and away from the lingering sense of unease.

LEXA. I've been sitting on the pavement of this fuel station waiting and waiting for a costumer to pop up because honestly, I'm stressed and is it weird that i like to relieve my stress with more stressful stuff? Okay, don't answer that. I always tell rob his business is slacking but the old dude as usual, turns a deaf ear on me.

Maybe I’m right but I’m just gonna leave that one alone for now. I drive off the highway, pull into a super center with a gas station. Ava gets out to stand with me while I pump the gas. “I’m gonna grab a few things in the store.” I put the nozzle back on the pump. “Do you want to come in with me?” She smiles, “That’s a loaded question.” Flashes from last night flood my mind.

Grabbing a bottle of water I head to the cashier, with the small amount of money my mom left with me. I hear the door to the gas station open with a loud chiming sound and look over. A tall boy at least six two, bright blue hair and a piercing on his nose, walks in with a huge smile on his face. Honestly, if I wasn’t so all over the place his smile would be infectious.