Summary: Melissa Felton just wanted a peaceful weekend with her boyfriend- Nick, brother-Wade and their friends. When Mel and Wade are forced to go into another town for a fan belt, everything changes. Who lives? Who dies? NOW COMPLETED
Warnings: Cu...
Mel leans against the shelf in the back of the gas station where the fan belts are hanging. Wade is looking through them to find the right size he needs. He can't believe it busted. Mel put it in and he knows she put it in correctly. He checked it after she did.
"Where is he? It's been 45 minutes." Mel crosses her arms. "Should we even be back here?"
"What? The door was unlocked." Wade tries to reason with her.
"True. Alright. Do they have the 15 inch?" She asks.
"No. But if your boyfriend and his yes man hadn't come along..." He moves to another line of fan belts, "...we would've fit with Blake and none of this would've happened."
"If Nick hadn't come, I wouldn't be here either." I look at him. "I love him Wade. You can't change that."
"I know..." He sighs.
"It's already getting dark." Mel mumbles. "I hate winter."
"He's got everything but a 15 inch! I'll just have to use a 16 inch." He says, grabbing it.
"You plan on stealing that?" A voice comes from the door.
The siblings quickly look up to see Bo leaning against the doorway.
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"No. We didn't know how much longer you were gonna be and we didn't want to interrupt again." Wade glances down at the fan belt.
"We left money on the counter." Mel points behind him.
"But you don't have the right size." Wade says. "You don't have any 15 inches."
"I do at the house." Bo says.
"I hope you're not getting the wrong idea that we're in here." Mel says, walking toward Bo.
Wade throws the fan belt he had onto the shelf behind him, following his sister.
"No, it's okay." Bo says, grabbing the money.
"Does that cover it?" Wade asks.
"It's close enough. Why don't we get the one you need? It's only a couple of blocks." Bo says, walking to the door.
"You keep fan belts at your house?" Wade asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I get things delivered there when I'm not here." Bo shrugs. "If you wanna hold onto the 16 that's fine by me."
"No. It's okay. I don't want this one to fuck up by the time we get home." Mel says, walking out the front door.
Bo closes the front door after Wade walks out with them. Wade stops before he locks the door.
"Hey, you mind if I use your restroom real fast?"
"Oh, up at the house. That one's out of order." Bo chuckles slightly. "Sorry."
