You Me Gas Station Novels & Stories

With a hushed voice, I express my discomfort, both from the pain caused by my injuries and the stiffness resulting from sitting for an extended period. With cautious steps, I finally disembark from the vehicle, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and curiosity. As I slowly stand up, I tread carefully towards the gas station, my senses heightened, and a lingering worry that Sir might be lurking in the shadows. Sensing my unease, Grandma quickly comes to my side, her warm hand enveloping mine; providing a comforting reassurance as we continue our journey towards the gas station. Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar surroundings, I can't help but exclaim in awe, "I've never been to a gas station befo

“Hope, how did you do that? It's impossible to talk to him, and I almost called to tell you not to come, and...it happens” Armin ran a hand through his hair nervously, and rightly. It was midnight, by this time he should have been in his bed, asleep. However, he was at the station with two lawyers trying to clean up her employee and her friend.

Mrs peterson said. "W... What? Tonight?" Kim stuttered. "Yes tonight Kim, you got a problem with that?" "You promised Josh Kim, you made a promise, you can't back down now," her subconsciousness whispered to her. "No, not at all, it's just that I don't.." "Don't worry about that, beatrice will guide you, and I trust you, even if your steps don't get me good sales yet, your body will, I have no doubt," Mrs peterson winked smiling sweetly at her. "And if you impress me, you will be surprised by the pay you would be getting for just today."

My stomach's angry rumble cut through my thoughts, and my feet headed in the direction of the gas station I visited the first day we moved here. The same girl was at the front counter as I walked in. I gave a tentative wave and walked towards the drinks. After grabbing a water, I headed to the front of the store to grab some granola bars. A familiar face walked in and I found myself blinking as I looked at a sheepish Autumn. "Hey Aurora." Autumn had a forced grin on her face, as though she had been caught doing something bad. I frowned, "What're you doing here?" I chided myself just a moment later. Why wouldn't she be here? It's a gas station.

What happened to me? In an instant, Rowena pushed me out of her mind. She hurried over, carefully helping him sit up and gently feeding him the oatmeal. By the time she thought of me again, the hospital room was already empty. I had long since returned to my own room and begun packing my luggage. When the maid saw me, she sighed and shook her head, clearly hoping I would stay. As I packed, I said softly, "It's fine. Please tell Ms. Atkinson she doesn't owe me anything. I owe her far too much."

I appreciate a celebrity with a good sense of humor. "So where exactly in Sunset Boulevard am I driving you to?" I ask. His ride request doesn't have a specific location and I need one. "A bar. It's called the Burning Cigar." I straighten up fast. "What?! The Burning Cigar?" He frowns. "Is there a problem? Is the bar no good? Ah, fuck. I really needed to drink away my sadness." He close his eyes, groaning. "No, no! This is perfect. I gasped because that's where I work as a bartender. And my shift starts in 10 minutes. So I can just start when I drop you."

For some reason, Mekia popped her head up. He was far enough away from us that I couldn't see the details of his face, but he was definitely very handsome. Very tall and muscular, with dark hair, and I thought his eyes were dark as well. He took the nozzle from the cradle of the gas pump and stuffed it into the gas tank of the Porsche. I watched as if it were the most fascinating thing I had ever seen.

I try to imagine us growing up here, and it's a rough image. "What a shithole," Mason comments. "Jesus. It's hard to imagine someone as delicate as Ma in this place." "Tell me about it," I grumble. We drive past a gas station that looks like it's never seen a good day in its life, fill up our tank, and then I go into the little store to buy some water and snacks. The only person inside is an old man, who's standing behind the counter, hiding his face behind a newspaper. When he sees me approaching, he whistles. "And who might you be?"

Me three. ***

I have no idea how long it had been that we had been driving, but Jarvis informed me that we were low on gas and needed to fuel up. So we pulled into the closest Maverik. I started the fuel and then walked inside to grab something to eat. Gas station food wasn’t that healthy, but luckily Maverik had salads and other relatively healthy options.