I’ve been trying to reach out to brands to see if anyone wants to collab, but my problem is I’m very specific about what goes into my body. I’m mostly a fitness influencer, so the majority of the brands that reach out to me are supplement manufacturers.
A vast majority of my deals are with clothing brands. I’ll wear just about whatever as long as it doesn’t give me a camel toe or make it look like I have major swass.
While scrolling, I come across some comments about doing a summer house tour or a car tour, which flips a lightbulb in my mind.
People seem to love little tours. Maybe I’ll finally do a car tour. I’ve had my Bronco for almost four months now. It’s finally how I want it: black with baby blue accents, big tires, tinted windows. It took months of trying to talk myself into getting the car in the first place. One day, I went to the dealership just to see what they had. I’m very picky about the body style I like.Some of them, in my opinion, just look funny. When I found the right one, I just couldn’t say no.
I grab my camera and go back outside to film.
“Hey guys, it’s Sloane. I have some time today, so I figured that I’d give you all a very overdue car tour…”
“No, no, no!” I cry as I hit a pot hole, my head almost whacking the ceiling despite having my seatbelt on. The steering wheel jerks out of my hands, and I come to a stop, the lights on my dashboard starting to flash like crazy.
I turn on my hazards, throw it in park, and get out. I look at my tires, and when I walk around to the passenger side of the car, I let out a frustrated sigh.
“Fuck me,” I mumble at my front passenger tire.
Flat.Not just a little flat, either, like,there’s no fucking air to be seen, type of flat.
So of course, because I’m me, I take a picture of it. I don’t post it…yet. I will later, and I take a little vlog to post or to add to my summer recap.
I stare at the flat as it will just magically be fixed with the snap of my fingers, or I’ll suddenly know how to fix it myself.
After staring long enough that it’s embarrassing, I call the only person that I have faith will come and save my stranded ass.
Forty-eight minutes later, a black Chevy pickup drives down the road.He parks behind me, and I give him an awkward wave.
“Sorry, I know you’re like saving lives and shit, but I had no one else to call,” I mumble, rubbing the back of my neck.
“What about your dad?” Beckett asks, becauseyes,that should have been my go-to option.
“He wouldn’t have answered,” I whisper, my cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.
His jaw clenches enough that I notice it. He doesn’t ask me any other questions after that. He just goes around to the back of my car and grabs the items he needs to fix the tire.
“Looks like you popped it off the bead. I’ll have to fix it for real later, but the spare will do ‘til this weekend.”
“Uh-huh, sure,” I say, nodding along like I understand what he’s saying.
He nods, getting the tire out of the back and the jack. “You have to go opposites,” he informs. I crouch down beside him once he actually gets the bad tire off and thedonuttire on.His words, not mine.
“Ok,” I say, watching him as he does almost a star shape while putting the bolt thingies back on.
It actually doesn’t look as hard as I thought it would, and it doesn’t take as much time, either.
He stands up and dusts himself off, black smudges the white tee that he is wearing under his dress shirt.
“Thanks again for helping me,” I say, and he nods, grabbing his dress tee and putting it back on.
“I’ll be home a little bit earlier tonight, I don’t have a ton to do,” he says. I nod, making a mental note to make sure that dinner is done and ready for whenever he does get home.
“Ok, perfect. Thanks again. I’ll see you later,” I say, pushing my hair out of my face and climbing into my car.
I turn the ignition, signal, and turn onto the main road to continue my drive back to the house.
God, that was so fucking embarrassing. I can’t even change my own tire, kill me now.
I feel even worse for having to call him. I knew he was at work. There’s no way that I would have been able to just hangout on the side of the road, hoping for someone to drive past and save me.
