Ashton:
"What's wrong?" You ask the grumbling man who kept cursing under his breath from outside the car. Your bare feet were up on the dash as Ashton dealt with some sort of car issue. This was putting a huge damper on your trip home from a hiking adventure. His face pops up in the driver's side open window and stares over at you. You look up from your book and let your eyes wonder his upper body. He was drenched with sweat and looked absolutely pissed.
"Flat tire."
"Do you want me to come out and help?" He shakes his head and sighs angrily to himself.
"There's nothing you can do about it." You narrow your eyes and throw your book into the backseat. You push your door open and step out of the car, walking around to Ashton's side. He stands from the ground and guides you to the back tire.
"Holy shit, what'd you run over?" You ask with a bit of humor in your voice.
"That's, uh, not the problem." He mutters, catching you off guard. He takes you by the hand and leads you to the trunk. "That's the problem." He points to a hollow space, where a spare should be.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Calum:
You and Calum stand before the open hood, watching as smoke billows out of the engine. You cross your arms over your chest and lean forward, trying your best to figure out what the problem is.
"This is just great." Calum utters in anger as he steps away from the car and pulls a box of cigarettes out of his back pocket. He pulls out a lighter and lights one, bringing the filthy thing to his lips. "We're gonna be stuck out here for days." You roll your eyes at him over dramatizing the whole situation.
"I think it's just, uh," You wrap your sleeve over you hand and start pulling at a piece of the car. You laugh to yourself and nod your head at the problem, "The thermostat is stuck." You simply say, dropping the tube and standing back. Within seconds, Calum was standing beside you.
"You know how to fix this?" He asks in awe, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. You nod your head.
"I didn't grow up watching Top Gear for no reason." Calum smiles down at you. "All I have to do is get the thermostat unstuck and then add some water to the radiator and we should be good to go. It's a temporary fix, but it'll get us until we can make it to a shop." Calum drops the cigarette and stomps on it before running up to you and giving you a big hug.
"You're a life saver!"
Luke:
"I don't know how I did this, but I completely shredded the fuck out of my back tire." You mutter into the phone. You hear Luke sigh deeply on the other line. You bite down on your lip, placing your free hand on your hip. "This is gonna sound like such a sissy thing to say, but I have no idea how to change a flat."
"Are you serious?"
"Uh, yeah." Luke sighs again.
"I'll be there twenty."
You spent the last twenty minutes trying to get the tire off of its axel. Unfortunately for you, who ever put the tire on the last time did a pretty good job and you didn't have the upper arm strength to get it off. You spent the rest of the time, sitting up against the car, pouting.
"You okay?" Luke asks as he gets out of his own car and comes around to where your sitting. You nod your head and sigh, getting up off the ground.
"I'm helpless, okay." Luke laughs at you before kneeling down beside the tire.
"You sure you want my help?" You stand near the spare and watch as Luke does his magic.
"Just help, okay. I'm cold, I'm hungry, and I have to pee."
Michael:
"I can't believe you killed the car." You roll your eyes and lean back in the driver's seat.
"I didn't kill it." Michael smirks over at you and sighs.
"Wanna bet?" You shake your head and let your eyes fall to the now smoking hood. Your eyes go wide when you see yellowish/orange flames begin to pour out. "Holy shit!" Michael screams. You let out an ear-piercing scream and snatch your purse off the floorboards. "Get out of the car!" You both tear out of the car as fast as you can. Michael comes running around the back of the car, grabbing onto you and pulling you away from the car. Your jaw drops when you watch the flames.
"What the hell did I do?" You ask yourself as Michael calls the fire department. He wraps his arms around your and kisses the side of your head as you patiently wait.
"Relax, It's not your fault. Unless you're really this bad of a driver."
"Fuck you Mikey."
