seven eleven ∞ m.c.

three

after the girl had gone from his sight, he turned right back around. when he walked into the seven eleven, the girl that was currently flirting with him was now making out with a guy way older then her. she smirks, thinking she's getting michael jealous, but that's just giving him an opportunity to steal.

chuckling, he goes in the back aisle, grabbing a pack of gum, stuffing it in his pocket, then walking to the slurpee machine. while making it, he hears a moan, then starts gagging. next to walk in was the girl, who had turned him down. "you're still here?" she asks.

"you never left?" he asks.

"i'm trying to stop smoking, so i need gum." she smiles sarcastically, walking past him. she brings her hoodie down off of her head, sighing slightly. michael frowns at the price of the alcohol, so he decides to try and steal it. "what do you want?"

"want a free slurpee mixed with alcohol?" he grins, raising his brow.

"how are you going to do this, red head?"

"the name's michael, and pretend that guy is your boyfriend. argue with the both of them, while i steal it." he taps her forehead, making her scowl. she then nods, and walks in front of michael, gasping then rushing over.

"you ass! how long have we been together and you're cheating on me? with - with some skank?" she yells, taking the boy and the girl by surprise. she rushes to the other side of the counter, gripping the clerk by her shirt. "stay with people your own age!"

"i don't have to listen to you." the clerk spat.

as they were all arguing, michael slipped a small ounce of grey goose into his jacket pocket, making an extra slushy for the girl who has not yet have a name. smirking, he waves to her, then leaves out, waiting in the isolated part of the parking lot.

the sun was going down, less cars speeding past, which is giving them the chance to do illegal shit, in a seven eleven parking lot. the man and his new friend come out of the store, the man running. "your lip is bleeding." michael spoke.

"she had acrylic nails, and she caught my lip as we were arguing. no big deal." she mutters, shrugging, and sitting next to michael. he looks at her.

"if i caused anything, i can fix i-"

"roll the fucking weed, and give me the alcohol. i just wanna get blowed."

michael nods, and chuckles. "same here."

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the two stared up at the starry sky, higher than a kite, and a little tipsy. "did you ever wonder what it would feel like to be a puppet?" michael asks, looking at the girl next to him, who still had no name.

"no, who the fuck would wonder that?"

"me. i mean, there's a variety of people shoving their fist in you-"

"shut up," she giggles, covering her face. michael joins, soon, both of them in a fit of laughter, laughing at nothing. a car pulls up in the parking lot, the both of them shutting up. they both watch as two men go in there, ski masks on. "i think they're robb-"

a gunshot went off, scaring the girl. michael jumps, then decides to call the cops. "911, what's your emergency?"

"i-i'm riding past seven eleven and there's two men with ski masks on. they shot through some kind of glass, and there's a woman clerk inside of there." michael spoke, ducking down behind the only other car in the parking lot.

"sir, which seven eleven?"

"there's only one fucking seven eleven in sydney." michael spat, hanging up the call. "come on, we have to leave."

"where are we going?"

"anywhere but here!" michael exclaims. "we've stolen from here, we're both high as fuck, and a little drunk. the cops are coming at any moment."

she takes his hand he had outstreched, sprinting across the parking lot, and through the woods. "where do you live, i could walk you home?" michael looks at her, their hands still together, but not intertwined.

"i can go home myself."

"i can't let you do that." michael says. "come on, where d-"

"i don't need you to walk me home!" she exclaims. "just get me to moore park."

michael nods, not questiong why she wanted to go to a park, but he's just gotten on her good side, and he didn't want to ruin it. he has someone who actually understands him. "i never got your name." michael spoke.

"lauren."

a/n

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