I'm at the gas station by Wendy's, filling up my car. Me and Mariah were on our way home from school when I noticed that my gas gage was nearing on empty. So now I am standing out there, watching the numbers go up as I fill up my gas higher. My parents only allow me to spend about twenty bucks at a time when I'm am almost out of gas, on my emergency credit card they gave me for my birthday this summer. And this is the only thing. No higher than twenty. Just twenty dollars at a time.
It is just about to hit twenty and so I get myself ready to lock the nossel and put it back. But, while I am pulling it out it is too late that I have realized my mistake. I have not locked it.
Gas is getting all over me and I am screaming, not quite knowing what to do. Mariah see's me and gets out herself, yelling at me to stop. I am trying, but all that I can do is quickly put it back into my tank. I stop, get control of myself, and lock it, now correctly, and pull it out, no more gas spilling. I look down at myself and there is gas all down my front, a strong odor leaking off of me. I look up at the total. twenty-three dollars.
Mariah looks at me, shock all over her face. "What the freak?"
"Sorry, I didn't lock it."
"Well why didn't you?"
"I don't know, maybe because I wasn't paying close enough attention." But now that I am and my head is back into sorts, I can see that Mariah has gotten some gas on her too.
"Well look what you did." She say's, gesturing down her body.
"Well excuse me. Weren't you the one that got out of the car?" I say as I get back it. She follow's suit and sits down in the passenger seat, an irritated expression on her face.''
"I was trying to see what you were freaking out about."
"Well now you know." I say, and then drop it. This okay day has just landed into the crap-hole.
***
When me and Mariah walk back inside, I walk straight upstairs, wanting this putrid smell off of me.
I grab a towel from the hall closet and then walk into my room. I take off my clothes and throw them in my laundry basket and then wrap the towel around me. I then walk across the hall into the bathroom and close the door, dropping the towel in the process.
Looking at myself I see circles begin to form under my eyes. I'll need some cover up for that. Checking out my stomach I see that I am getting thinner, yes, but I still have a long ways to go. But don't worry. I'm not anorexic. They can't control themselves. I can. Yep. I'm still eating, just not as much as I used to, which, when you think about it, is a very good thing.
I turn on the water and step into the shower. Its warm on my body, rivulets streaming down my face, around my eyes. I grab the shampoo and lather it into my hair, its soap cleansing me, dripping onto my chest. I soon wash it out and move onto the conditioner, rubbing it through my hair until it feels nice and slick, and then wash it out as well. But quickly, ever so quickly, I move on to wash my body, scrubbing it to free it from the smell that lies there. After a few minutes of washing and re-washing my body I smell myself. Mmm, nice Forever Sunshine smell to it. Oh Suave body wash, how you make me smell so nice.
I get out, dry myself off, and walk back into my room. It now smells like gasoline. Great. That is just freaking fantastic. I change into a new set of clothes and then take my other ones (that were just fine before I accidentally sprayed gas all over me) into the laundry room to get washed.
"What's that smell?" Mom asks, carrying in her own load.
"It is a very annoying story." I sigh.
***
I am just on my way to Elijah's to drop off a simple poster that says, WILL YOU GO TO SADIES WITH ME? in all caps, and taped a few of his favorite candy bars to it so that it wouldn't be completely boring, but I still kept it simple, not wanting to go all out, when someone in the lane to my right starts making large hand gestures. I stare at them because they are looking like a complete fool, but then I make out what their mouth is trying to say to me. Your tire is flat. What?
I'm on state street in the middle lane. I put on my blinker so that I can pull off to the side of the road to call someone, but the person behind the person that just told me the awful news, doesn't seem to notice or really care. Well, that is just rude. I slow down a little, and quickly switch into the next lane, someone honking at me in the process. How rude. Do they not realize my situation and how this is all about me right now? Ugh, some people.
I turn into a neighborhood and pull off to the side of the road. I put the car in park, and get out to examine the damage. Sure enough, the front right tire is flat. Great. Just a stupendous way to top off my wonderful day.
I kick the car, anger welling up inside of me. I know its really not that bad, I mean this day could end up being a funny story, but, right now? This is not funny.
"Stupid freaking car!" I yell slash mumble at it. A few kids that are playing outside turn to me, confused looks on their faces. But I just ignore them. I don't want to feel more embarrassed today. One event should be enough.
"Something wrong?" Someone asks. It's a low male voice. I turn around to see who it is.
"Oh hey, Jeremie." I say. I can feel heat rising up my cheeks. "Yes, as a matter of fact, something is wrong. My stupid tire on my stupid car is flat."
"Yes, I can see that." He smiles at me, a warm smile. "Do you need some help with that?"
Do I need some help? No, as a matter of fact, I just want my tire to be flat forever. "Sure." I say.
"K. Well I have a car, air pump, thing-I don't really know the word for it, don't know much about cars- but I could fill up the air a little so that you can get to where you need to go at least."
I smile. "Thanks, that would be great."
"Cool, I'll just run to my house really quick, and then bring my car back. I'll be just ten minutes."
"Great."
***
He comes back in ten minutes, just like he said he would, with a small tank that, I'm only assuming, is the air.
"Oh, thank you so much." I say with relief.
"Yeah, no problem." He say's lifting it out of his car. "Which one did you say it was?"
"The front right." I say. He walks over to it and begins filling it up with air. Almost immediately the tire begins to rise, filling it out.
"So I think that you will need to take this somewhere just to make sure that everything is alright with the tire. But this should be able to last until then."
"Thanks."
"Yeah, sure."
We're both quiet for a moment, and then he stands up and stares at me intently, with those sexy greenish grey eyes. I can feel myself start to get lost looking at him until I remember myself. I shake my head a little and look away.
"So thanks again." I say. "You're a life saver." I sit in my car and shut the door, but quickly roll my window down.
He smiles. "Like I said, no big deal." He leans into the car and places his arms onto the door so that his hands are inside. He looks at me again, and he's so close that I can smell him.
Then his eyes drift to the back seat where my stupid poster is. Then he say's, "You asking someone to Sadie's?"
"Yeah." I smile slightly.
"Who are you asking?" He clears his throat.
"Elijah Smith."
"Oh, okay." His smile falters a little, but then he recovers it and smiles at me again. "I bet that he will have a great time with you." And that's it. He just walks away, leaving me to think about yet another thing.
"Oh, thank you so much." I say with relief.
"Yeah, no problem." He say's lifting it out of his car. "Which one did you say it was?"
"The front right." I say. He walks over to it and begins filling it up with air. Almost immediately the tire begins to rise, filling it out.
"So I think that you will need to take this somewhere just to make sure that everything is alright with the tire. But this should be able to last until then."
"Thanks."
"Yeah, sure."
We're both quiet for a moment, and then he stands up and stares at me intently, with those sexy greenish grey eyes. I can feel myself start to get lost looking at him until I remember myself. I shake my head a little and look away.
"So thanks again." I say. "You're a life saver." I sit in my car and shut the door, but quickly roll my window down.
He smiles. "Like I said, no big deal." He leans into the car and places his arms onto the door so that his hands are inside. He looks at me again, and he's so close that I can smell him.
Then his eyes drift to the back seat where my stupid poster is. Then he say's, "You asking someone to Sadie's?"
"Yeah." I smile slightly.
"Who are you asking?" He clears his throat.
"Elijah Smith."
"Oh, okay." His smile falters a little, but then he recovers it and smiles at me again. "I bet that he will have a great time with you." And that's it. He just walks away, leaving me to think about yet another thing.
