At Seventeen

His car's engine roared as he sped down the long road, the black tarmac shone like water in the distance but disappeared as he got closer to each shimmer. The thought of seeing her now made him more nervous than ever that he clenched the steering wheel so tight it made his knuckles turn white, his stomach felt like it was doing somersaults making him feel sick as it was empty.
He passed a petrol station, but it was empty. He saw a house behind it which connected to the petrol station by a large undercover driveway, but could not see up it because of the large worn wooden gates, where the paint was flaking and peeling off. As he continued down the road, his sweat ran down the side of his face from the scorching weather. His truck was old so it contained no air conditioning, instead he wound down his window which gave him little relief from the heat.
The road remained vacant as he stared down the horizon of the road. He must of travelled at least seven kilometres by now. He stared down at his dashboard to notice that he was running out of petrol, he knew he had to turn back to the petrol station he had passed earlier, he swung his truck around already regretting his actions, why didn't he ask her to stay when she was down at the beach with him he thought to himself.
He pulled up to one of the petrol pumps at the petrol station. He pulled off the fuel cap and began to fill up his truck. When it was full he walked into the store feeling a sort of guilt, he slouched with his head looking to the floor as he walked to the register. He pulled out his card and handed it to the store clerk without even glancing up. The store clerk then said “Thank you” and giggled. He was stunned because he knew the sound of that voice. He looked up to see the surf girl behind the counter, the one who saved him and the one he was looking for. He smiled at her and she smiled at him, he began to talk to her but the first thing he could say was “Thank you”.