"And we're just going to enter an empty building for the second time today?" You asked Wade as he opened the door to the gas station.
"You can stay out here if you're all that 'high and mighty' you know. Im just trying to get what I need and go," Wade told you, giving you a glare as he entered the second closed place of the day.
Staying outside would be stupid in an unknown town such as Ambrose, so you followed the lovers as they committed petty crime after petty crime. You felt justified judging Wade, as he and Carly had spent time cooing at each other without even giving you a glance. It was all 'oh wade im so scared' and 'dont worry Carly, im there for you'. It annoyed you to no end.
Not only did you have to deal with that, but there was still the huge gash on your arm that not one of them had noticed. In fact, if you sat down to patch it up they'd probably get on you for wasting their time.
Once they were in Wade set Down some money on the counter before going over to what you assumed were the fan belts.
"I still dont think this is cool, just coming in here like this," Carly told that 'strong, manly' boyfriend of hers.
"What? Look, the door was unlocked. He said he was gonna be half an hour. He's been, like, 45 minutes. Im sure he wont mind. You know, if your brother and his yes-man hadn't come along in the first place, we would all have fit with Blake and none of this would have happened," Wade began spewing out excuses at Carly. Seeing how you didn't wang to get involved with this, you sat down on the floor next to the front door and watched the two.
"Once again, that's not my fault." Even she looked like she didn't want to be a part of this.
"I mean, i dont understand his beef with me. I've always tried to be cool with him."
"Nick's got beef with everybody. You cant take it personally." Accurate
"Yeah, I guess..." he was cut off before he could continue making some sort of pitiful reason that he was special compared to everyone else Nick happened to dislike.
"Nick and I always used to stick together, and then, when we were in junior high, Nick would get into a little trouble here and there and our parents would always, like, compare us. I was the good twin, and Nick was the evil twin, as he likes to say. He kind of got this image. He totally played it up as if that's what he had to be or something," she looked out the window of the gas station before lightly sighing, "It's already getting dark. I hate the winter."
You had listened to her whole spill, but Wade noticeably didn't. The first thing that came out of his mouth once she was done speaking was, "he's got everything but a 15-inch! Just have to use a 16-inch. Make it work somehow," Wade said, grabbing one of the things off the wall.
You were very close to making a dick joke, but due to where you were sitting, you saw Bo walk in right as Wade took the fan belt. He, however, did not see you.
He leaned up against the door before asking, "you planning on stealing that?"
"No- we just didn't know how much longer you were gonna be, and, you know, we didn't want to interrupt again. But, I left you some money on the counter," Bo glanced over to the counter to see, and he finally saw you. He smiled down at you and gave you a little wave, which you returned, "but you dont even really have the right size. You dont have any 15-inches."
Bo looked back up to Wade, "I do at the house."
"Look, I hope you're not getting the wrong idea that we're in here," Carly told him, trying to make some sort of peace while also exiting the station. You were too cool to do the same, so you just sat there on the floor.
"No its okay," Bo told her, grabbing the money as he began to walk out of the station.
"Does that cover it?" Wade asked, walking to them. Taking it was time to leave, you got up and followed him out.
"Its close enough. Look, why dont we head up to the house and get the one you need? You know, its only a couple of blocks."
Carly immediately agreed. No stranger danger in that system.
Wade however, "you keep fan belts at your house?"
"Well, I get things delivered there when I'm not here. Now, look, if you want to hold onto the 16, that's fine by me," Bo told him. Something about his tone felt off, and a bit manipulative, but he was hot so you decided not to question it.
Apparently Carly fell for it though, or she didn't and had the same thought process as you, who knows, "no no no no. Its okay."
She really was a people pleaser, and here you happened to be, telling a man who lost somebody close to him 'damn, sorry' earlier that day. Good job [Name].
"Hey, do you mind if I use your restroom real fast?" Wade asked as soon as you all made it outside.
"So is it too late to sign Carly up for the beauty pageant?" Wade asked as you guys passed by one of those miss Ambrose signs.
Bo was about to say something, but you spoke before he could, "cmon Wade, I thought we all agreed to dress up as the Batman team. If any of were to sign up singularly, it should be you. I think you'd look great him a dress."
Wade was definitely pissed off by your comment, as he looked down at the ground. Carly, however, was laughing while Bo looked you up and down before giving you a smile.
"Its a shame that it is too late, because I think the lot of you would've made an interesting bunch. I know for a fact I'd pick you all as the winners."
You did finger guns at him (because you're young and hip.) You realized that was stupid as soon as the quick motion caused pain to shoot up into your arm.
"You doing all right there?" Bo asked, gently grabbing your right arm and pulling up the sleeve. He grimaced at the sight, "I'll get you all stitched up bandaged once we get to my place, wouldn't want that to get infected."
You nodded as he let go of your arm, some heat rising to your face.
"You got-" Carly tried saying right as Wade began to talk.
"So, that house of wax is pretty cool." Dude really just interrupted his girlfriend with no mercy like that ✋💅
"You went inside?" Bo asked him, an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, it was unlocked, so, you know," he said, trying to explain himself. Wade really does have a way with words, now doesn't he folks.
"Everything seems to be unlocked around you, now dont it?"
You glanced over at the couple right as they looked over at each other.
"Yeah, people used to come to see it from miles away. And Trudy was the main, I guess artist is the appropriate word." Bo told you all as you made your way down the road of the small town.
"What about Vincent?" Carly piped up, "I saw his name on a lot of the work."
"One of Trudy's boys."
"They still around?"
"No, no. It's a horrible story. Trudy's husband, Doc Sinclair, he was a doctor in the big city until he got his license revoked for doing surgeries on the side, you know, stuff that, you know, most doctors wouldn't dare do. So, he moved him and Trudy out here to Ambrose, made a fresh start with his medical practice and, you know, Trudy really found her calling with that whole wax sculpture thing. It was her dream to do something really incredible here. Then she had a couple kids, picket fence..." he began to trail off as he looked off blankly.
"What's so horrible about that?" Wade asked.
"Trudy got a cyst in her brain. She just started rotting away. Couldn't work no more, and she went crazy. Things got so bad that Doc Sinclair finally had to strap her to the bed. I mean, the whole town could hear her screaming from the house. Dr. Sinclair was so depressed that he couldn't save her, he" Bo put a fake gun to his head and pretended to fire it, "blew his head right off."
"That's terrible." Carly said just loud enough to be heard.
"It was worse for the two boys, left all alone like that. Both ended up in foster homes," Bo stared at the ground in silence for the rest of the walk, seemingly thinking a lot about what he had just said.
Finally the house and truck were right in front of you.
"Hey, why dont you two hop in? Ill go get the fan belt, patch this one up, and I'll give you a ride back to your car," Bo offered as he opened up the trucks door.
"No, actually, we got some friends picking us up where the roads washed out." Carly told him.
"Ill give you a lift there, then. Its the least I could do for making y'all wait."
The three of you nodded to each other, and Carly got into the truck. You still thought the guy was fishy, but it would be weird if you tried telling that to Carly and Wade right in front of Bo.
"Hey, you said you need to use the facilities, right?" He asked Wade just as Carly's boyfriend began getting in.
"Yeah. Thanks," Wade told him as he walked away from the car and up the house steps.
"Need to use the can?" He asked Carly, she declined and he nodded before shutting the trucks door.
"Cmon now, wouldn't want you bleeding out over there," he directed these words to you. You followed him up the stairs and into the house alongside Wade.
"So where you all heading to, anyway?" Bo asked you two as he shut the door after him.
"Oh, we're just going to a football game," Wade told him, glancing around the somewhat cluttered room.
It looked a bit like a living room, but who knows.
"Hey, the bathroom is right down the hall. Let me get everything together and then I'll grab the fan belt," he said to Bo, pointing over to one of the many hallways in the house.
"Okay. Thanks." Wade said as he began walking down the hallway.
Bo grabbed your left arm and led you upstairs. Yep. Being all alone with a stranger is a perfectly fine thing. Definitely nothing bad ever comes from that.
While you walked he took the tie he was wearing off and shoved it into his pocket.
If your anxiety about all of this was already bad, then it was worse when you realized the room he led you to was a bedroom.
It was surprisingly neat, a couple of photos of people on the wall, a few things scattered on the floor, an ash tray full of cigarette butts, things like that.
He left you standing as he walked to his dresser and began rummaging through it. He ended up pulling out two things: a first aid kit, and a sewing kit.
He motioned for you to come over to him as he sat down on the bed and opened the first aid kit. You walked over and sat down next to him. The bed was actually really soft and you felt like you were sinking into it.
The first thing he did was wipe the blood on your arm off, you were still bleeding and surprised you weren't dead by now.
"How'd you even manage something like this?" He asked you as he pulled up your sleeve. He took a small bottle and pack of cotton balls out of the first aid kit.
"Accidentally scraped it on that fence when I was walking out of the church yard," you told him, flinching away as he applied the cold liquid, which you were pretty sure was rubbing alcohol, to the wound on your arm. He tightened his grip while pulling you closer to him. You could smell cigarette smoke on his breath.
"Wouldn't call this much of a scrape, y'know. I really need to get that place cleaned up, didn't realize it was this much of a hazard," he finished applying the rubbing alcohol and proceeded to take a needle and some thread out of the sewing kit. He put some of the stuff he had put on your arm onto the needle. You were very sure that wasn't how sterilization worked. Or how any of this worked.
"Might want to hold onto my arm, this could hurt a bit," he told you as he began to thread the needle. You placed your hand onto his arm and he proceeded to work. It did not hurt a bit. It hurt a lot.
Not only was he sewing over a very sensitive part of your arm, but he was also literally putting a needle through your skin.
Instinctively you found yourself digging your nails/fingers into his arm, your other hand clenching and unclenching in a ball.
When you looked over at his hands, you noticed that the sleeves to his suit had begun to fall down, exposing his wrists. He had scars that wrapped around both of them, almost like a mixture of really bad carpet burn and straight burn marks. Not wanting to intrude on his space, you looked away.
"Its almost over," you heard him whisper to you. God you hoped so. You were about to double over crying. Finally he stopped and finished the job by cutting the excess thread off. Your arm still ached, but you let go of Bo's arm.
"Dont worry, that stuff is meant for the skin, get hurt a lot working on cars and stuff so I have a lot of this stuff stocked up in here. Gotta keep if in the sewing kit cause' it wont all fit in the first aid," he told you, chuckling to himself. You looked over and watched as he put everything back in the kit, and took out a few different type of bandages.
"Never did catch you or your friends names," he mentioned as he began to put the bandages onto your arm.
"Names [Name], the other two are Carly and Wade," you told him, just as he completely finished up with your arm. Now you probably wouldn't bleed out!
"Nice to meet you [Name], I'm sorry you lot got stuck out here, I know Ambrose isn't really on the maps." He got up from his bed and put the sewing kit and first aid kit back into the drawer. He opened a different one up and pulled out a clean white t-shirt.
He tossed it over to you, "pretty sure that shirt of yours is already ruined, sorry bout' that."
You turned away from him and took the shirt you were wearing off. The right sleeve was wet, and very uncomfortable to take off since if you squeezed it, blood would literally just come out.
You could definitely feel Bo's eyes on you, but you elected to ignore it. You put the white t-shirt on and tears of joy came to your eyes now that you weren't wearing a wet shirt. Damn, cant believe two of you experienced this in one day. (Y'all get to decide if the shirt fits of not. Bo is like- 6'1, and works on cars so I'd say a pretty strong build) (and murders people, but lets not mention that)
Now that you were wearing a shirt, you turned back around and saw that he was standing right behind you. Horrifying.
"You look nice," he told you, pushing your hair behind your ear. He kept his hand on your face for a few seconds before you told him thank you. (If you dont have hair, or your hair is too short for that, then he just touched your ear.)
Surprisingly, he looked about as flustered as you felt.
"Go head down to... Carly was it? Ill be down pretty soon, gotta get changed real quick," he told you, walking away.
You nodded, despite the fact he couldn't see you, and walked downstairs and out of the front door.
When you got there Carly was panicking.
"What's wrong dude?"
"Get in [Name], we need to get Wade and get out of here," she told you, shoving you into the truck without telling you what was wrong.
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