I made my way under the roof of the gas station. There wasn't anyone here, and I had to figure out how to get gas from here to my car without a container. I yawned and decided to go into the small store to see if anyone could help me. No one was at the counter, so I rang the tiny bell to see if it would attract attention.

Ding.

A few moments later, I heard a door open.

Sodapop Curtis walked through the back doors from the garage. I assumed he had been working on cars, because he had a smudge of something black on his cheek.

It didn't matter, though, because he was still striking. I took a step backward. My memory from a few months ago didn't do him much justice. I had been so swooned by Brad.

And than here I was, probably looking like a drowned rat.

Glorious.

But if I was lucky, he might not even remember or recognize me.

"How can I help- Hey...Lucy, right?" he spoke in a smooth, even voice.

Luck has not been a friend of mine recently.

"Hey, Sodapop." I looked down and tapped my fingers on the checkout counter.

"What brings you here?"

I coughed. "Oh, I was just out for a walk," I bit my lower lip and glanced outside.

"Looks like you forgot your umbrella." He smiled all dazzlingly.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Very funny."

"Awww, come on, I'm kidding." He leaned over the counter, "What can I do ya for?"

I sighed. "I have a problem." I looked down, avoiding his eyes and tracing a pattern on the counter.

"Well what is it? I can at least try to help." Sodapop offered.

"Don't make fun of me, alright?"
"Hey, I don't know you well enough to do that anyways."

"So, I just went out driving and I forgot my brother borrowed my car yesterday." I looked up at him.

He was staring at me with intent, big brown eyes. "Mhm."

"Well, he used up all the gas, and while I was driving I ran out. And I had to pull to the side of the road and than I got out and tried to find contact with the outer world but nobody looked home, and than it started raining all over me and I got all wet and I saw the DX so now I'm here. But I don't know how to get gas to my car." I slurred the rest of it quickly, and edited out the crying and acting pathetic.

Sodapop looked at his watch. "Hmmmm, well. I can't leave, because I'm the only one working this shift. But I get off in a half an hour. I can help you than if you want. I'll drive you back to your car, because this rain doesn't seem to be letting up, and we can try to fill it up a bit, than take it back here. How does that sound?"

"Really good. Thank you so so much."

"No problem. What's your favorite kind of drink?" He straightened up.

"Uhm, Coke I guess." What a random question. He turned to the refrigerator and grabbed one, tossing it at me.

"Here!" he smiled.

I thanked my lucky stars I caught it and it didn't go exploding all over the floor. But I was due for some luck, clearly.

"No. I have to use my money for gas. But thanks." I set it down on the counter.

He stared at it. "It's on me, Lucy."

"I couldn't -"

"Just take it."

I didn't argue, but thanked him again and he rolled his eyes. I opened up the Coke and took a sip, finding the cold fizz invigorating, but kept myself from drinking the whole bottle because I didn't want to burp in front of him.

Not that I cared, because he was a boy, and I was done with them. But I decided that even though all boys sucked in terms of love, I might as well still act like a lady and look pretty. That was fair enough.

I sat down on a stool near the counter.

"So..." Soda said, clearly looking for something to say "How are you?"

"Fine." I said a bit too harshly, but he didn't seem to notice. "How are you?"

"I'm pretty good."

And after that we didn't get the chance to talk much because an older man walked in and asked for help. By the time Soda had helped him fill up his tank and pay for it, another co worker had come in to take over his shift.

"Alright, let's go."

Soda led me to an older truck, and he filled up a red container with gas, sitting it in the truck bed.

He got in. We talked for a little bit, but then it got awkwardly quiet and I said nothing. I chewed on my lower lip.

"So where's your car?"

"Hm, I'm not exactly sure." I confessed, feeling dumb that I didn't check the street sign.

We managed to make it back to my car, where he helped me fill up. I had enough gas now to make it home, so instead of driving back to the DX I told him I'd just see him around. He smiled at me, sweetly.

"Thanks for the help Soda." I smiled back

"No problem, anytime."

I turned around, and saw in my rear-view mirror he opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it.

I sighed to myself, wondering why I felt so confused all the sudden, and drove back home to where I should've been all night.

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