WRONG WAY

Chapter 1: Whose's fault?

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I started driving, the music was in high and we were jamming the whole way, five hours in and then came the thunder, with it, joined the heavy rain, and she said that we needed to take a break... I thought, perhaps a hotel, or maybe even a snack would do. I stopped near a gas station and entered, Danielle stayed out and fueled the car. I browsed through a few things. I grabbed a granola bar and a few drinks and then, I picked a yogurt... I was making sure the expiration date was out dated. So I left that out and I went to cash register... I talked to the guy, "The Yankees surprised me... they finally won a game." Said the cashier, his name was Jason. I said back, "They're the best, what do you mean?" We both knew I didn't matter at all... I asked if he knew any hotels near there and he said there is one very close and affordable as well. He gave me the address and told me how to go. He said, "You take a right on Wilshire and you keep going... When you near the stop sign look to your left and you'll see the one." I smiled, and thanked him.
He said it back.
I told Danielle about this... And we both knew it was yes. I started the engine, or at least tried to... It didn't get to the part where it actually starts moreover, it stopped after the grr sound. I asked if Danielle knew anything about it since she was the one fueling the car a few minutes before. She looked at me with a fiery face that I did not want to see in action.
I kept trying without any luck, then I said it, I said that we should call a mechanic. And we googled a person near here and we called him... He came in one of those REPO vehicles but he took only a few minutes to come, thankfully. He said that he needed to inspect the car and that he would need at least an hour to get things done. I said that, that would work and gave him the keys, he gave me his license number so we could trust him. We walked our way to the hotel because it was fairly close, when we got there we saw an old hotel that was rusty and couldn't work if it wanted to. We still went in, the door was open and we found no one inside... we kept ringing the bell but, nothing... after a exhausting 3 minutes which by the way felt like 30... Someone came in and said that they were closed for the day. We cursed to ourselves and walked to a near coffee shop. Danielle and I ate a chocolate croissant and shared a latte. We kept on regretting stopping at that gas station. We still had roughly 1000 miles to go. We stayed at the coffee shop for the free wifi and the heat not to mention the roof on our heads. I got a call that the car was ready for a pick up. But I managed my way of asking him into picking us up at the coffee shop for slightly increased bill. When our car came, our smiles came back as well. A nice breeze from the pacific gently glazed upon us... The smell of victory, the smell that reminded us of hope. We were very happy even though it costed me $200. I saw the bill and noticed it said faulty fuel injection... I asked to check with the mechanic... He agreed to it, he said, "We found diesel in the fuel tank instead of regular unleaded petroleum." I looked at Danielle. She looked with a sorry look and I quickly gave her a "it's alright look." I grabbed my purse and paid the guy. We parked the car at the coffee shop and slept in the car.
We slept in the car.