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Update: right now I am going into the gas station to "reason" with the cashier. Fuck him.
The bell dinged as the store door opened. I entered with a deep breath. "Excuse me," I said nicely. The boy was turned opposite me, and fixing something on the shelves.
I frowned.
"Yo," I say louder, finally getting his attention. "Uh, our car is like, messed up, and we don't have any money to pay for gas," I began. I tried to sound small and innocent so he would cave. "do you mind at all if you just gave us a free litre?" I shrugged. My rings on my fingers made a cling noise against the counter, as I leaned over it impatiently. "Sorry, we don't do free litres of gas here sweet heart." The boy looked familiar. I thought as I bit my lip. "Hey didn't you go to Highland Park?" I asked, grinning slightly. "Uh Yeah, I still do." He turned. "wait, you were that nerdy ass guy in my senior geometry class." I stated. "Oh." He said flatly, "oh I remember you." He spun around, facing me. "You were that girl who skipped most of grade ten, and who always hung out with that fairy." He chuckled. "W-What?" I stuttered. "Fairy?" I repeated. "Yeah that gay ass bitch.. like, Nicholas or something -" I cut him off in anger. "Noah." I clenched my first. "His names Noah." The boy chuckled as he continued to sort the shelves behind him.
"Fuck you!" I stated.
"What?" He spun around again. "Fuck you." I repeated in his face. "Right back at ya sweetheart." He rolled his eyes. "Don't call me that." I growled. "If you say so." He shrugged. "Noah is not a fairy you cunt." I was pissed. I wanted to punch him. "What's your problem?" He scoffed. "You're my problem." I argued. "Look can you leave please, unless you and your, friend have anything better to do," he pointed his hand to the door, gesturing me to leave. But I stayed put. I slowly grabbed the bro stick from the corner. I held it tight. My arms swung along with the broom, down on the guy's head. Hard. Making him fall to the ground. I honestly hoped he was dead. But h wasn't.
Aw shit.
I thought.
I quickly pulled open the cash register, making it ding. I engulfed my hands with piles of cash as the boy slowly got up. I ran out the door, sprinting back to our car. "Millie?" Noah was reading, with his feet up on the dash of the car. "What the fuck are you doing?! That's robbery!" He practically screamed. "Shut up Noah!" I argued, struggling to open the little latch where the gas would go. The boy stumbled out of the store. "Hey!" He shouted. "Shit!" I grabbed Noah's hand, along with my back back, and Eliot, and sprinted to a random car across the small parking lot. "Millie!" Noah screamed behind me. What a wimp. I thought. "Get in!" I threw the boy into the passenger seat along with my things, and Eliot on my lap. The engine started with a rumble, just like dad's Toyota. "Go go go!" Noah stuttered. I spun the car around and sped off. Just like after we had stolen my dad's car from home. The both of us breathed heavily, along with Eliot. "You okay?" I pet the dog's head softly. Noah was watching from afar. "Millie." Noah panted. "First of all, what the fuck?" He squinted in confusion. "Second of all, that was amazing!" He laughed. "Third of all, YOU STOLE FUCKING MONEY FROM THE STORE!" He shouted, grabbing his brunette hair and tugging at it. He looked like a mad man. "Noah it's okay." I calmed him down. "No it's not! We stole two fucking cars in the same day! Do you know what our parents will say about this!?" He dug his face in his hands. "Yeah well I haven't got any of those anyways," I say in annoyance. It went silent. I stared out the window.
"I'm sorry." The boy stuttered. "Why did you do that?" He questioned me. "He called you a fairy, Noah." I looked out the window again. "Oh.." the boy's voice sounded small and scared. The rest of the car ride was mostly silent. We pulled over at a random motel that let guests stay at least three nights.
Update: I stole two cars and stole money from a corner store in the middle of no where in the same day. If only Mom could see me now.
We both walked up to the counter. It was raining outside and we were soaked through to the skin. "Um," Noah cleared his voice. "We'd like a room please." He said flatly. The old lady at the desk lowered her glasses to see us both clearly. "Ah, I see." She sounded like a sorcerer or something. "Two bed or a one?" She raised her eyebrows cheekily at the word "one".
"Two!" We both said at the same time, separating a little.
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Update: tonight we are in a sketchy ass motel, and so far, I have met an old lady that seems to be a pervert. Fun.
Noah and I lay in our own beds. There was a small bedside table in between us, and a small window, which faced a brick wall outside. I sighed in boredom.
"Noah." I whispered. "You awake?" "Well obviously." He grunted, shifting over to face me. "I can't sleep." I let my hand rest under the pillow. "Well try to." He said flatly, shifting back over to face the other wall. I furrowed my eyebrows. "What's gotten into you?" I sat up. He didn't respond. "I'm fine." He says. "You don't look fine." I stared. "Then stop looking." He sat up. "Sorry." I cupped my hands together in guilt. "What's wrong." I ask with caution. "This." He turned to me for the first time. "What do you mean?" I sit cross legged. He sighed, "just, this isn't exactly going as I thought." He began. "Oh so what you thought that we were going to stay in a five star hotel every day, and watch the football game, and talk shit about our school teachers?" I say sternly. "No. I just thought that agreeing to come with you would be more planned out, Millie." He frowned. "You dragged me into this, and look what happened? We stole two cars in one day, basically robbed a store, and punched a man in the face. The police are probably onto us right now, we are probably going to jail." He started to breath heavily. I just stared at him. "And the worst part is," he raised a finger as his lip quivered. "I was called a fucking, fairy." He choked. "Because that's what I am. I'm a faggot who can't do shit or can't love anyone, and I do everything wrong. Can't you see that?" He began to cry. I had a sad look on my face. I wanted to hug the poor kid. So that's what I did. I leaned in for a hug, and surprisingly, he hugged back. We stayed in each other's arms for a long time before letting go.
Update: I've never seen Noah cry before. In all the time that I've known him. Never. And it makes me sad.
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