L I V I N' | dazed and confused | Randall pink Floyd

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||      1st person ||

| Little Lady |

"Better be careful, junior." Pickford says in a creepy voice, trying to scare Mitch. "Sunflower seeds." He requests.

"Zigzags." Pink calls out.

"Hey, man, I'm not too sure about this." Mitch comments, trying to hide the anxiety that built up in the pit of his stomach. He was trying to be cool and grown up by hanging out with us but he couldn't control his nerves.

I walk closer to the Grab & Go, Mitch hot on my heels. "Okay, just stay here, man. Everything's goin' to be alright." I tell him with a confidant nod and a smirk.

I head into the store, giving a small smile to the old man, in his early forties, working behind the counter then head to the back of the store. Walking past the shelves with stuff I want on them I carefully drag my hand over it before slipping into my pocket. The motion was barely noticeable unless you knew what I was doing. 

I find some more items the group would want, bending down to tie my shoe I slip sunflower seeds into one of Michelle's bags which I'd found in Pickford car before moving to another isle. I find the box of zigzags Pink wanted, carefully slipping them into the bag as well before continuing on with my hunt.

When I get to the beer I gingerly place the bottles into the bag before heading up to the till.

"Hi." I greet with an innocent smile, trying to hide my shaky hands and wavering voice.

"Hey, what can I do for ya?" He grins as he looks me up and down causing me to shudder slightly.

"Can I get a box of cigarettes, Marlboro." I replied, the small smile still on my face unfaltering. "Oh, and a lighter."

"Sure thing, sweetheart." He tells me, his professional smile turned into a creepy smirk. He places the box of cigarettes and a pink lighter on the counter. "Hey, on the house."

"Really? That's so kind. Thank you." I gushed, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. With that I take the items off the checkout counter and shove them into my pockets, I feel the man's eyes on my retreating figure. Turing around I give the man a small wave as I leave.

"Go, go, go, go!" I exclaimed as I slowly change my pace to a speed walk after leaving the building, trying not to bring attention to myself. The second I walk past the windows I change my pace to a jog, rushing to the car.

"We gotta get outta here, man!" I yell as Don pushes me into the back seat before flying into the front. Mitch rushes into the back from Pickford's side.

"Let's go! Come on, let's go!" I call out, looking behind us to see a man running up to Pickford's car, only this guy wasn't the one who worked the till. 

"Alright. Don't try anything or I'll shoot the shit outta ya." A man in his early fifties states as he slams Pickford's door closed.

" M, give the beer back, man." Pickford gulped, letting out a shaky breath.

"He didn't see me, man. He even payed for some shit. This isn't the same guy." I shuddered, not taking my eyes off the gun pointed at Kevin's head.

"You busted my mailbox, didn't you?" The man asks in such a serious tone that I almost start laughing causing Don and Pink look at me out of the corner of their eyes in disbelief, not daring to move their heads.

"Look me in the eye, Punk!" The man exclaims, turning Pickford's head with the barrel of the gun. Pickford gulped.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sir, but I suggest that you—" Pickford says, trying to keep his voice as slow and calm as possible.