Upstate New York, Summer 5 Years Ago
"God damn it!" Beyoncé yelled, getting out of the car. She popped the hood and made her way over to the engine. "Piece of junk!" She kicked the tire angrily and tried to wave the smoke away. Kelly stayed in the car, her arms folded.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Beyoncé wasn't even sure what she was looking for in all the cables and metal. Nothing was on fire but there was the horrible smell of gas. Kelly watched as she fumbled with her cellphone.
"Seriously? Seriously, you have got to be fucking kidding me. My battery's dead." She tossed the phone back into the car. "Kels, let me use yours."
"Mine is dead too." Kelly replied coldly. Beyoncé groaned and flopped down against the car.
"Stupid..." She muttered. Kelly got out of the passenger seat and took a look at the parts.
"It looks like one of the cables exploded, possibly your fuel line too." Kelly explained. Beyoncé looked up at her in surprise.
"Where did that come from?"
"When Ingrid and I were dating, she would take forever to put on makeup so her dad showed me how to fix up cars in the meantime." Kelly replied. Beyoncé scoffed at the thought.
"You and Ingrid did not date." She sneered.
"Yeah we did. Remember?" Kelly insisted.
"Kels, you were there to make Ingrid's crush jealous. You know that she was only fake dating you right?"
"Well, at least she fake dated me instead of not dating me at all." Kelly shot back. Beyoncé winced and stood up. Kelly started matching up the street back the way they came.
"Kels, where are you going?" Beyoncé demanded.
"I'm going to that motel we saw earlier."
"Kels, that was at least ten miles back!" The girl ignored her and kept walking. Beyoncé stuck her hands in her pockets and followed Kelly in silence. They reached the motel sometime around ten. It was in horrible disrepair. The neon sign had a few lights missing, the paint on the side of the walls were chipping and the window AC units rattle horribly. Beyoncé felt like it couldn't be sanitary to sleep there.
"Kels, we might catch some horrible disease here." She warned but Kelly had already walked in. Beyoncé chased after her.
"Hi." Kelly said to the boy at the front desk. She flashed him a bright smile. "Do you have any rooms open?" The boy had to be no more than 16 and from the looks of his acne covered face, was just in the throes of puberty. He couldn't help but stare at the beautiful girl standing in front of him.
"Uh... sure." He replied dumbly, glancing from Kelly's chest to her face. Beyoncé fought the urge to sock him in the jaw.
"Can we get a room? Separate beds, please." So Kelly wasn't going to insist on separate rooms but they certainly weren't sleeping together.
"Do you know if there's an auto mechanic around here?" Kelly asked. The boy thought about the question.
"Well, there's is one but he's an hour away. Did your car break down?"
"Yeah, about ten miles down the road." Beyoncé cut in. The boy thought again.
"Well, if you want, I can call my uncle. He only lives about half an hour away and he knows a little bit about cars. I can call him tomorrow morning if you want." Kelly smiled at him again and he turned bright red.
