Michael: Slower…slower…and done. Michael slapped his hand on the steering wheel as it came to a complete stop in the middle of the country road you two had taken to get home faster.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" He shouted as he looked at the gas. He had just filled the tank not even an hour ago. You stayed quiet(because that was best if Michael was angry)and watched as he checked out the outside of the car.
"FUCK!" You heard.
"What is it?" You called out the window.
"The gas tank is leaking! Get out of the car! IT COULD BLOW UP LIKE THOSE ACTION MOVIES!"
You calmly and slowly got out of the car, grabbing your purse in the process. “What now?”
"We walk I guess."
"It’s getting dark…what if the Scarecrow from Supernatural comes out and kills us?"
Michael smiled at your nerdiness and kissed you. “I’ll protect you.”
Ashton: You were hot, sweaty, and tired. You glanced out the window as Ashton worked on the back right tire, trying to get it out of the mud pit. Driving around in the woods of Australia had thought to be a good idea…until you remembered the rain from yesterday.
"How’s it going?" You called out to Ashton. He had a pair of skinny jeans and a band tee on…and you laughed each time you heard him yell ‘fuck’ because some mud got on his shirt.
"Babe, help me push!" You stuck your head out of the window.
"But I’m a lady!"
"Yes, says the girl who had a burping contest with Mikey yesterday. Get your cute little ass out here and help me push or I will carry you out." You rolled your eyes and didn’t move.
Suddenly, you heard the passenger door open and two muddy hands grabbed you and carried you bridal style towards the back of the car. But Ashton moved a bit further towards the huge puddle of mud behind the car.
"Ashton…the car…we’re supposed to…YOU SON OF A-" but the rest of your sentence was cut off as you became aquatinted with the earth. You could hear Ashton’s laughs. Let’s just say you guys were there for a while…and Ashton’s mom’s car was covered in mud by the time it got back.
Calum: You kicked the tire you had just inspected as another car rolled by you and Calum on the highway. Calum had gotten the spare out of the trunk and you reached for the wrench.
"Babe, are you sure you don’t want me to do that?"
"Why? I can manage."
"Okay, okay." And he sat back and watched. See, a while ago, you and Calum had this debate about guy and girl roles such as changing a tire and you claimed you could change one in half the time it would take Calum.
"OW! FUCK!" You yelled as the riser pinched you. Calum made sure you were okay then laughed.
"My best time is 9 minutes." He said as he went back to his phone. You narrowed your eyes and went back to the task at hand. Problem after problem arose and you were at 12 minutes by the time Calum stepped in. In no time you were back on the road. Calum patted your thigh as you pouted the rest of the way home.
Luke: “Luke, we’re on fire…” You tried to say calmly. Luke was distracted by something on his phone in the passenger seat and didn’t even look up.
"LUKE!" You stopped the car immediately off the side of the road. "FUCK!" He exclaimed. You two got out and indeed the hood was smoking.
"Do we call someone?" You asked. Luke got out his phone and dialed Michael’s number.
"Yeah, dude…it’s smoking. We kept the hood closed, yeah…I’m not THAT stupid. Fine…okay." And he hung up. "Michael’s going to come get us and Ashton called the car place to come pick the car up."
You and Luke sat down on the grass near the car and waited. “Wait, did you say Michael was coming to pick us up?” You asked slowly.
"Yeah? Why?"
"Because Calum used his car yesterday and didn’t fill it up! Michael’s car…" But you watched as a car pulled up behind your destroyed one. Michael got out, panicked, and ran a hand through his hair.
"Guys, my car is out of gas."