I fell in love with the boy at the gas station

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by -ourbasorexia

by -ourbasorexia

This short lol
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My mother lived in a small town that cradled just a fraction of the gigantic city of Los Angeles. I was currently studying film in college and since my mother is always worried about me, she wanted to move close by.

Currently, the Sun was setting on this Sunday night, creating a golden and bronze envelope around it. Despite all the snobby and rich people who lived here, it was a beautiful place.

About an hour passes and a flickering light on my dashboard catches my attention. A small, glowing icon indicated I needed gas. I sighed at the inconvenience, but reluctantly looked to my sides for a gas station.

To my luck, I found a gas station that wasn't too far. I pull into the empty place. While exiting the vehicle I lock the doors.

As I enter the cabin type shop a loud bell rings over my head, causing a slight cringe. "Hello, welcome to 24 stop." A monotone voice scratched. I could tell, whoever it was, that they were tired and just wanted to go home. I could tell it came from the counter, but I couldn't see what they looked like, as there were snacks and pills and really everything in between. I said hello back and headed to the drink section. I grabbed a bottle of water and some cheez-it's for the ride and headed to the counter.

There stood one of the cutest boys I've ever seen. He has curly hair that went every-which-way and tired, soft eyes. His pale skin nearly glowed under the harsh lighting of the place.

A small smile cracked as he held eye contact with me. It wasn't uncomfortable contact, in fact it was the most welcomed I've felt in a while since I moved from my hometown. "Will that be all miss?" He questioned. "And gas for number 7." I replied with a smile.

"Alright, your total is 12.36." He declared. I handed him a 10 and a 5 dollar bill. He gave me change along with a receipt, which he seemed to write something on. As he handed the paper to me out fingertips touched, just slightly, just enough to notice. I looked up at him to see if he looked as nervous as I did, and he looked a hell of a lot worse than I. We both exchanged nervous laughs as I shoved the slips into my wallet. Except for the receipt, I kept that in my left hand.

"Well, you have a good night." His somewhat raspy voice exhaled. "You do too." I said, exiting the establishment.

I filled up my car's gas tank and hopped in. I decided to take a look at the receipt.

On the front it said the usual thing. The name of the place, the address, what I bought, and some other crap. But, on the back there was a name and number written in blue ink.

Finn :)
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And from then on, I went to that gas station every Sunday.

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