The Congregation in the Gas Station: A Combination of Short Stories

Prologue

I stared into her eyes. She stared back. For a second, she looked away towards the ground. "Hehe.. there's parts of paper cups in the ground." she said while looking at the dookie colored looking grass. "You are probably one of the weirdest people i have ever seen." I replied, giving out a small laugh. "Seen?" she asked and turned her head like a dog. "Yeah, seen..." i replied, with a half grin on my face looking her up and down. "Do you mean im the most beautiful youve ever seen?" she gave a slight smile, twirled her hair, and put her lips up to her plastic straw of her PSL from starbucks. "No weirdest.. tbh baby girl, these stars remind me of you.." she started to smile, and licked the cinnamon bits off the front of her teeth. "your face.. more specifically... your forehead. The dirty pores underneath your skin that hold pus and dirt. Your acne reminds of the stars, always exploding, and never ending." You could see her face change, from a grin to disgusted. Then she contemplated the words, and smiled, and continued to say "I knew you always loved me for that."