Solangelo Oneshots

Gas station madness

In which Nico has to work at his gas station job in the freezing cold and he's pissed off
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How can one have fun at their part time job in high school?

Trick question: you can't.

Working at a gas station may have been the worst idea I have ever made, and trust me, I've had a lot of bad ideas. I'm sure no one likes their job, but when I have to stand in the cold of New York in January, I believe that I have stopped to my lowest of lows. Honestly what the fuck was I thinking?
Having to smile and talk to people and then fill up their car with gas for 8 and a half hours on a Saturday? That's the exact opposite of what I'd rather be doing.
I was seriously messed up for getting a job like this.
It was the most boring of boring. It was mind numbing. Painful.
Also really fucking cold.
I should just move back to Italy.

Today I was especially pissed of. Not only was it 7 degrees Fahrenheit, but I had specifically marked this day off to go on a day-long date with my boyfriend. But fucking Sherri, my asshole of a boss, decided that my specific date was not important. And booked me. All day. Bullshit? I think so.

I sat in the phone-booth sized box with bad heating to hide from the cold while I waited for another car to come.

My boyfriend of over a year, Will Solace, was perfect.
He planned the entire day out for me- he was gonna pick me up at 12:00 and we were going to go somewhere nice for lunch, and then we were gonna get sushi for later and queue for a band, Movements, concert that was tonight. We hadn't bought the tickets, thank god, but I was majorly pissed off. Movements was a fucking good band. Who cares if I still had messed up ribs from my SWMRS concert three nights before?

Sherri texted me last night with the stupid "sorry Nico, but I had to book you today, see you tomorrow". She wasn't sorry, she couldn't care less about me and my plans.
If I had any confidence whatsoever I would've texted back "haha fuck you Sherri, way to fuck up my perfect day, fucking bitch", but I obviously didn't do that. I couldn't stand up for myself if someone was going to pay for me. I'm weak, we know.

I tugged my hair, which I mostly had pulled back in a bun because of Sherri's stupid rules, in front of my face, pulling on it in absolute boredom. I wasn't even working with anyone today until after lunch. All alone (except for an old guy inside the convenience part who's name I haven't even bothered to learn), and I was going to get frost bite.

When a car pulled up I signed in exhaustion, and my breath fogged up on of the hug wall-windows by my mouth.
I hopped off of the spinning black chair (that hardly spins since our space is so small) and walked out of the warmth. I pulled on my black gloves and adjusted my beanie so it covered my ears. I got headaches when it was cold out, don't ask because I have no clue how.

A small, older model sliver Honda was pulled up on the right side of my little hut, so I had to walk around. The unrolled the window, and I had to bend over to hear an lady who seemed to be in her 60s, who was, obviously in the far side of the car in the drivers seat.

"Hey there, what would you like today?" I asked, forcing a smile and straining my voice to sound happy. I wonder if the people who saw me today knew I wanted nothing to do with this place.
I can't even drive, I don't know why this was on my list of places to work.
The only good part about this job was the people watching and learning different models of cars. Which honestly isn't very promising.

"Hi, could I have a fill up please?" She asked, her voice croaky from smoking. I know I shouldn't assume, but the smell coming from the open couldn't mean anything else.
Assuming things about people and making up stories about them was pretty much the highlight of my days here. I'm lonely, ok? Don't judge me.