A/N: I got this idea while sitting at a gas station. One of the attendants was seriously flirting with another guy, who actually got out of his car to talk to the attendant. This went on for twenty minutes, and they waved goodbye to each other. It looked like either they knew each other or, well, they were flirting. At least in my mind.

Thus, this plot bunny was born! Enjoy it guys. I’m going to go dunk my head in a bucket of cold water and find those guys to apologize for writing about them.

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Gas Station Romance

My life sucks.

Now, you might be thinking, ‘oh, he’s a teenager, right? Teenagers always say that without meaning it, right?’

Wrong.

Sure, my childhood was normal. Yes, my parents and most of my family are still living. No, I was not recently bitten by a radioactive spider or hit by a meteorite (though that would be cool).

The only reason my life totally and utterly sucks right now is because of my job.

Instead of spending my summer at a beach or hanging with my friends, I’m working at a gas station in the middle of a freeway. You know, one of those pit stops they always film the horror movies at.

I slowly shake my head and walk to the car that has just pulled in. And this was supposed to be my first summer off since college ended.

“What’ll it be?” I ask in a bored drawl. It’s too late at night to be doing this.

“Uh… half a tank of regular, please. Credit.” I reach down to accept the card that’s being handed to me and freeze.

I know this guy. He was in my history class last year. Could my life get any worse?

I walk around the car, trying to hide my face. Hopefully he won’t remember me. It’s not like we really talked much…

“Hey, do I know you?” I curse silently and turn to the guy. He’s getting out of his car.

“Maybe?” He looks good, I hate to admit it. Green eyes and red hair, just like I remember it. In the clothes he’s wearing, he kind of looks like an Abercrombie and Fitch model. A small earring dangles from one ear.

That’s weird. I have an earring too. I stop my self from reaching up to see if its still there.

The guy… what was his name? Will? Anyways, he starts coming closer. I smooth down the front of my red hoodie with the name of the gas station on it. It’s old, but at least it keeps me warm. Now, though, I’m a little self conscious of what I looked like.

Okay, that was weird. I never cared about what I looked like.

“You went to my college, right? You were in my history class.”

I try to look like I’m actually thinking about it. “Ah, that’s right.” I want to slap myself. How could I sound so stupid? Why was I actually caring about what this guy thought?

“I’m Will. Your name was… Keith?”

I almost jumped in surprise. “Yeah. I… didn’t think you’d remember me.” I fought the blush from rising to my face. “I didn’t think anyone paid attention to me.”

“Are you kidding?” Will laughed. “You were the best looking thing in that class. People paid more attention to you than they did the lesson. Guys and girls alike.”

This time I really did blush, but I hid it by turning around. “I- I never noticed.”

“Of course you didn’t. That’s what made you even cuter.”

“Th-Thanks?”

Will laughed again. “You know, I think you’ve gotten even cuter than since I last saw you. Are you taken yet?”

I snorted and combed through my short blonde hair restlessly. “Please. I’m working at a gas station for the summer, do you think I actually have time for dating?”

I turned back to Will just in time to see a smirk flicker across his face. I felt my face grow hot again.

“In that case, would you think about going out with me?”

“I… I’m not gay!”

“Really?”

“Okay, I am. Sure I’ll go out with you.” I groaned and almost slapped myself. Again.

“Thanks. I’ll give you my number.” Will hurried into his car, probably to grab some paper or something.

What was wrong with me? Really? Am I so desperate as to jump at an offer given by some guy I barely talked to last year?

Yes. Yes I am.

I finish filling up the tank and hand Will back his credit card. He smiles back at me and slips a small piece of paper into my hand before stepping back into the car.

Okay, in my defense I’m obviously a little overwhelmed. For all that he is, Will is also rather good looking.

So I’m a bit dazed and don’t really notice my hand going up to wave at him until he waves back.

But at that time, I don’t really care.

And maybe, just maybe, my life isn’t so suckish. And maybe it is possible to find love at a gas station.

In any case, I’ll find out tomorrow. Because I definitely plan on calling Will later.