seven eleven ∞ m.c.

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michael stumbled out of the house that's currently blasting green day through the speakers. his friends had ditched him, once again, for some girls they're going to fuck and leave. then they're going to come crying back to michael about how they need to stop doing what they're doing, and become a better person.

his head is spinning as he walks, people driving past frowning at his presence. "you should be home studying, you drop out!" someone had yelled, making michael feel worse than he already does. he and his friends only dropped out to be become a band, and after that first puff of weed, everything went downhill.

"sir, do you need help? you're walking into the woods."

"i know where i'm going, seven eleven is right through here!" michael seethes to the woman who was staring at him weirdly. as michael was stepping over rocks, stumbling over thick logs, hitting his head off hung low branches, he saw the birhgt 7/11 sign.

grinning, he rushes, only to trip over a thick branch, and roll down the dirt hill. when he reaches the bottom, he's met by a blue car. the only car in the parking lot, meaning it's still open. it's always open michael, he thought to himself.

as he walks in, he sees a girl walk out, head ducked down low. he smiles to the clerk who was half asleep, as he grabs a cup and fills it with the red colored slurpee. while putting the lid on, he heard a thump, turning to see that the clerk had fallen asleep.

"free slurpee for me then." michael laughs, grabbing a straw and walking right out. as he made his way out, head still spinning due to the bright light of the seven eleven sign, he sees the girl sitting on the curb.

"hello." michael slurs a bit, pulling out his last bit of alcohol, and pouring it into his slurpee.

"what?" she asks, pulling out a pack of gum, and a bag of gummy worms.

"you stole those." he points out, smirking.

"you just walked out with a slurpee too. stupid clerk shouldn't have fallen asleep." she snaps, looking up at him. his red hair caught her attention, then looks directly into his eyes. "why are you still here?"

'i'm drunk as fuck and my friends left me." michael mutters, stretching. "i only knew where this was, i don't know my way home from here."

"oh well, get away from me."

"you're rude, you know that."

"it's my personality, now fuck off. before i tell that you stole."

"snitches are bitches, and you're acting like you didn't steal either." michael smirks, this girl catching his intrest.

"snitches get stitches you mean?"

"no, snitches are bitches. especially you."

a/n

sassy