of thing would only happen to me. Roman failed to mention his driveway happens to be the long winding road to Hell. First off, his driveway has got to be a mile long and only wide enough for one lane. If a car is trying to leave the driveway while you’re trying to come up the driveway … Well, forget about it. Second of all, the driveway is dirt, and it's chock-full of holes and hills. When I say hills, I mean more like mountains.
That's what got me stuck in this mess. My little car didn't quite make it up one of the hills due to the slickness of the first fall snow. There wasn't much, but it was enough to make me slide backward. And if backward wasn't enough, on each side of the driveway there are these deep ditches I can only assume have to do with some sewage architecture. So when my car reversed itself right down the hill and didn't go perfectly straight, my tire went off the dirt enough to catch, sliding back end into the ditch.
Bringing me to now, sitting here waiting for Roman's dad. The man I have yet to meet and have been nervous enough to do so, so he can tow me out of his ditch. He's going to think Roman sure picked a winner, girl can't even make it up the driveway. I'm stuck about halfway down and I'm still too far away to walk, so Roman had to drive up to get the help I needed.
Only a couple of minutes have passed when I catch a glimpse of an old green truck backing down the driveway toward me. The truck stops just short of me when I find not one, but two unfamiliar faces stepping out. The one driving must be Roman’s dad. He's a bit older with a tad of grey on the sides of his head. He's holding some materials he'll need to tow me out.
The other one is a younger guy, about my age, with light-brown hair, nice and blue eyes, and an enormously wicked smile on his face. I would have to guess he is Roman's brother, however, they look nothing alike. I can see the resemblance in his dad. He too has dark hair and eyes and many similar facial features. The brother is either the milk man's bastard or he must totally take after his mom.
I open my door and step out, careful not to fall on the uneven terrain.
"You must be the girlfriend," the younger one says to me, his eyes sparkle with amusement. "When I overheard about the little … uh—" his eyes dart to my car tires and back "—situation you've gotten into, I had to come see for myself." He gives me a swaggering smile, and in it I see the first resemblance to Roman.
His dad is already in the process of hooking my car to the truck.
"Hi, Rigbee. I'm Ben," his dad tells me as he finishes what he's doing. "I'll have you outta here in just a sec."
He climbs back into his truck, and I look back over to, who I am still assuming is the brother, and watch him stifle a chuckle.
"Sorry for laughing, I know better than anyone our driveway can be tricky."
"So people get stuck often then?"
He replies with a quick, "Nope" and continues laughing.
Great. Could this be any more embarrassing? Where is Roman, anyway, and why didn't he come down here with his dad instead of sending Mr. Chuckles over here?
"My name is Thomas, by the way."
Before I get a chance to reply, he has his arms around me and gives a tight squeeze. I stiffen from the start of it, but the tenseness eases and I awkwardly half-hug, half-pat him on the back in return.
He lets go and says, "See ya up at the house."
When I look over, I see my car is back where it's supposed to be, safe and sound and on the ground, and Thomas has already walked away to get back into his dad’s truck.
I follow them the remainder of the way to the house and I spot Roman. He's standing next to their garage door with a woman who must be his mom. He is smoking a cigarette, and they are both smiling like jokers. He thought sending Thomas down to get me instead of himself was hilarious.
"You made it up!" Roman shouts and throws his arms in the air.
"Yeah yeah, haha. Your driveway was incredibly slippery, you know!" I say
That's what got me stuck in this mess. My little car didn't quite make it up one of the hills due to the slickness of the first fall snow. There wasn't much, but it was enough to make me slide backward. And if backward wasn't enough, on each side of the driveway there are these deep ditches I can only assume have to do with some sewage architecture. So when my car reversed itself right down the hill and didn't go perfectly straight, my tire went off the dirt enough to catch, sliding back end into the ditch.
Bringing me to now, sitting here waiting for Roman's dad. The man I have yet to meet and have been nervous enough to do so, so he can tow me out of his ditch. He's going to think Roman sure picked a winner, girl can't even make it up the driveway. I'm stuck about halfway down and I'm still too far away to walk, so Roman had to drive up to get the help I needed.
Only a couple of minutes have passed when I catch a glimpse of an old green truck backing down the driveway toward me. The truck stops just short of me when I find not one, but two unfamiliar faces stepping out. The one driving must be Roman’s dad. He's a bit older with a tad of grey on the sides of his head. He's holding some materials he'll need to tow me out.
The other one is a younger guy, about my age, with light-brown hair, nice and blue eyes, and an enormously wicked smile on his face. I would have to guess he is Roman's brother, however, they look nothing alike. I can see the resemblance in his dad. He too has dark hair and eyes and many similar facial features. The brother is either the milk man's bastard or he must totally take after his mom.
I open my door and step out, careful not to fall on the uneven terrain.
"You must be the girlfriend," the younger one says to me, his eyes sparkle with amusement. "When I overheard about the little … uh—" his eyes dart to my car tires and back "—situation you've gotten into, I had to come see for myself." He gives me a swaggering smile, and in it I see the first resemblance to Roman.
His dad is already in the process of hooking my car to the truck.
"Hi, Rigbee. I'm Ben," his dad tells me as he finishes what he's doing. "I'll have you outta here in just a sec."
He climbs back into his truck, and I look back over to, who I am still assuming is the brother, and watch him stifle a chuckle.
"Sorry for laughing, I know better than anyone our driveway can be tricky."
"So people get stuck often then?"
He replies with a quick, "Nope" and continues laughing.
Great. Could this be any more embarrassing? Where is Roman, anyway, and why didn't he come down here with his dad instead of sending Mr. Chuckles over here?
"My name is Thomas, by the way."
Before I get a chance to reply, he has his arms around me and gives a tight squeeze. I stiffen from the start of it, but the tenseness eases and I awkwardly half-hug, half-pat him on the back in return.
He lets go and says, "See ya up at the house."
When I look over, I see my car is back where it's supposed to be, safe and sound and on the ground, and Thomas has already walked away to get back into his dad’s truck.
I follow them the remainder of the way to the house and I spot Roman. He's standing next to their garage door with a woman who must be his mom. He is smoking a cigarette, and they are both smiling like jokers. He thought sending Thomas down to get me instead of himself was hilarious.
"You made it up!" Roman shouts and throws his arms in the air.
"Yeah yeah, haha. Your driveway was incredibly slippery, you know!" I say
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