"I can't believe you Callie!" Rolling my eyes, my arms cross and my legs pull against my chest as my mom rambles on. Maybe asking her for a ride wasn't the best idea. Even walking the twenty miles would've been better and make me less angry.

The car lets out a low roar and my eyes flicker over to the gas tank. A red lift flashes off to the side while the orange arrow points to the green E and not the F. "You're nearly out of gas mom," I state miserably, my arms gripping each other while my nails dig into my skin, nearly breaking the thin layer. Mom nods and mumbles a thank you before flicking on her turn signal, cutting off at least five people when she turns. "You nearly killed us!" I yell, my hands tightening in fear. Never had she been so reckless with her driving. Though it's just one turn, she would never put my life at risk.

"Oh. Oops," she apologizes, but her voice doesn't carry that certain tone. I feel as though she isn't sorry, that she wanted us to get hit. For now, I have to push it aside as we pull up to the gas station, a young, tall gentleman racing up to help out. As he gets closer, I recognize his purple dyed hair and wave my hand with a soft smile. Mom starts to roll the window down and before she asks him to fill the car up, I interrupt. "Hey Gavin!"

Gavin's head turns to the side and he flashes me a toothy smile, racing around the car and to my side. I click my door open and race into his arms, letting him engulf me in a hug. "It's nice to see a familiar face," I whisper, my hands twisting into his blue and red flannel. He nods and lets me slowly sink my head into his chest, his slight beard tickling my skin.

My mom clears her throats and I scoff silently, pushing away. "It's nice to see you Gavin," she says, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Nice to see you too Mrs.Mack." I shake my head at his mistake and go to say something, but my mom cuts me off with a booming voice filled with anger.

"It's Ms.Mack now Gavin...thought you of all people would know." Turning my head, I glare at her and I hear Gavin clear his throat.

"Sorry ma'am. Fill 'er up?" He asks. I smile at his kindness. It's the Gavin I know and love...as a friend of course. My mom gives him a nod and he excuses himself from me, I getting back into the at. My mom watches Gavin intently and it feels as though she's looking past him, not at him, at something that keeps her interest.

"Thank you Gavin. So, what brings you here?" Her anger has completely washed away and Gavin's face lights and he hooks the gas thing back into the side. His mocha colored skin is brightened by her warmth and calming voice and he steps forward, leaning against her half-opened window.

"My mom commuted suicide and my dad left me here with my aunt for awhile, though when I got here my aunt was gone. But my dad won't answer his phone so I'm stuck here," he informs. A pain located in my stomach worsens and I feel guilt for him. I remember the day he came to my old house, crying about his mom. My mom had driven him to the station with me in the back, and that was the time when I first felt feelings for him. I couldn't tell him though, not at the time, and it soon became a secret that I couldn't let slip.

My mom lays her hand on top of his and he flinched, recoiling before turning his back to us. "I'll see you at school, right?" I ask, no, I plead. He nods and stars walking back to the station, his shoulders slumped. My hands fumble with my seatbelt as I stick with a glare at my mom, my eyes burning into the back of her brown hair. "Thanks for making him remember."

She doesn't say anything and only steps on the gas pedal, keeping with the speed as she turns out of the station. Her knuckles turn white as she grips the wheel and my hand hangs onto the door handle with fear riding my bones, making my whole body tremble. Closing my eyes, I can only hope that we don't die.

Okay, due to the short (and horrible) chapter I am going to bless you with another gif of Jensen Ackles.