seven eleven ∞ m.c.

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   michael ended up getting smacked that night, the girl storming away. he didn't bother chasing after her because he was still too dizzy, and his phone was ringing. it's twelve in the afternoon, michael arriving at luke's house. "mikey, you left last night."

he rolls his eyes, "because you guys fucking left me! i went to seven eleven, and got a free slurpee."

luke frowns, now wanting a free slurpee as well, then he thought. "you stole it." michael nods, pushing past luke, and sitting down in his kitchen. luke walks in behind him, going to his fridge, and grabbing a pill from the cupboard. 

"here, you still look hung over. and dusty." 

michael chuckles. "i took the short cut to seven eleven through the woods, and i tripped. i didn't go home last night, i actually fell asleep at a park, and woke up. then i walked all the way here."

"dude, you need to watch what you're doing." luke spoke, only to be left alone on the kitchen. the footsteps of michael's combat boots faded, and ended with a door slam. sighing, luke drowns the water michael recently just had. then continued back to his room. 

meanwhile, michael was going to his 'friends' house. knocking on the door, the tanned boy stands there, his bare chest sticking out as he stretched. "what do you need, mikey?" calum asks, knowing why he's here. 

"a gram, that's all." michael says, staring at calum. "any kind, it doesn't matter."

"you look blowed already." calum smirks, handing him a gram of weed in a baggie. "do you really need this?"

"i was drunk last night, and yes, i do need this." michael chuckles. "see ya later, cal."

"whatever, mikey!" calum laughs, knowing michael was serious about seeing him later. calum is the biggest drug dealer of sydney, yet never caught because he's an angel when he's in public. little kids at the park call him cal-pal because he's so nice.

as michael reached seven eleven, he noticed the same girl, just loitering around, smoking a cigarette. red lipstick was left on the bud of it as she flicked it, michael stomping on it. "how nice to see you here." he smirks.

"how nice to see that red mark still on your face." she smirks, still leaning on the wall. michael walks into the store, the same clerk from last night switching places with a female clerk. approaching her, he smirks. "can i have tops, please?" 

"a boy like you shouldn't be smoking, now should you?" she chuckles, grabbing the tops from under the counter. "you look too innocent."

he realized the girl was flirting, trying to get him to show his bad side. "i'm not interested, sweetheart. stay with people your type." 

she frowns, "but you are my type. bad boy is my type." 

"you just wanna be bad." michael chuckles. "start off by dropping out of school, losing all respect from your parents, and live on your own." 

"that sounds horrid." 

"well that's who i am." michael rolls his eyes, walking out, the girl was frowning, knowing that she wants to be rebellious, but doesn't want to go what michael has gone through. "and i still didn't pay for these, she's so gullible," 

"stop stealing." the girl from last night spoke. "you're going to hell." 

"i'll meet you there." michael laughs, knowing how to get on her nerves. "why are you even still here? don't you have a life?" 

"no, i actually don't." she stuffs her hands deeper in her jacket pockets. "i lost it a long time ago." 

"you don't have friends?" michael asks, actually feeling bad for the girl.

"no, they're all dead to me." she snaps. "don't you have friends? go bother them." 

"no." 

"whatever." she stalks off, michael following behind her. "leave me alone before i call the cops." 

"no." michael states. "wanna smoke with me?" 

as she was walking, she turns, walking backwards. "that's illegal." she states. 

"so is stealing, but you do it anyways." michael retorts, seeing the log behind the girl. he rushes to her, grabbing her waist behind she trips backwards. "clumsy,"

"like you didn't just come rolling down the hill last night." she smirks, pushing him off. "and im fine, thank you very much." 

"you sure are fine," michael bites his lip, staring at her bum as she walked. the tight, black leggings just made it even better, 

"fucking perv,"

a/n 

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