Maya's Dead and I'm In Love

Freeze Your Brain

After a long day of hanging out our dorm Nya came home. It was good to have some company. She told me about all the tea surfacing around school, most involving who was responsible for Maya's death. Apparently today was a flipping nightmare for the Gucci Gang. News got out that we were the only ones the police interrogated, and that doesn't fare so well for our reputation. Not in the slightest. Nya and Maxwell were constantly harassed throughout the school day. It was clear she was down in the dumps.

"Hey, why don't we call up Max and ask him over" I suggested.

"Yeah let's do it" she smiled.

Now you might wonder how we were going to sneak a boy all the way up into our second story dorm room. But really, It's easy as pie when you've done it a bazillion times. As always he came up beneath the window and waited, then he sent out a quick text to let us know he was there. Next we lower the giant 30 foot rope I bought of of amazon for no particular reason. Within 2 minutes he's scaled the wall and we toss him into the room.

"Ow"

"Guys I have an idea!" I screamed accidentally.

"What is it"

"WERE GOING TO 7 ELEVEN"

"So you just tossed me in here for nothing!" Max gripped.

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Max slid down the rope with ease, soon followed by Nya. I yanked the rope up and snatched up my skates. Then I darted through the halls and flew down the stairs, careful to avoid passerby. Once I made my way outside I threw on the bright pink roller skates and shoved my dirty scuffed Vans into Nya' s backpack.

We started the short dark treck to the nearby convenience store at the edge of campus. There was an aesthetic sort of feel to the dim street as I skidded beside some of my best friends. Pure serotonin flooded through my veins at the thought of doing something stupid for the first time in far too long.

We got there about twenty minutes later and I threw open both of the dusty glass doors at once sliding myself through and accidentally hitting my fellow adventurers in the face.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!"

We walked into the mostly empty seven eleven and I immediately started singing to the peppy music blaring through the speakers. A empowering song from a pop star enslaved by her record label blared through the dusty speakers situated at the edge of the room.  So I, being me, danced my way over to the slushy machine. Skating into a pedestrian without even noticing.

"Sorry!"

I reached down to help up yet another innocent victim of my chronic clumsiness. However the minute I saw their face I nearly dropped their palm. Wow. Now don't get me wrong, I fall in love with literally every human being I have come into contact with. This one though, this one was just... exactly my type. JD from Heathers, Rosa Diaz from B99, Jade West. Oh my gosh Jade west. She didn't even compare to this specimen. It was then I snapped out of my inner narrative and realized that I was being talked to.

 And then like the elegant person I am I spat out the first thing that came to mind. 

"Huh?"

"I said it's fine. Did you want a slushie?"

"Oh yeah, oh my gosh I'm so sorry!"

"Here just take mine."

"Thank you so much, I'm so sorry"

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"AND THEN HE JUST GAVE YOU HIS DRINK, EMILY YOU COULD'VE BEEN DRUGGED!"

Nya had been lecturing me the entire trip back to the dorms. I get it, but we're potential murderers now. We should be feared! (joke)

"But you should've seen them. They were so HOT! Like John Mulaney. I KID YOU NOT!"

"Stop screaming. I'm trying to walk here!" Max chimed.

"Sorry!" 

I need to stop doing that all the time! I'm even annoying myself. Not to mention the myriad of  social damnation it's caused. Kill me. Not only am I a lead suspect in a murder I 110% did not commit, I also have crippling social issues, and ... the other stuff.

"It was BLUE RAZZBERRY my FAVORITE!"

"Your favorite flavor is blue razzberry" Max gagged.

"Shut up dipstick" 

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After dropping said dipstick off where he came from we wrapped back around to our side of campus and dashed up to our room before any of the wandering teachers could catch us. I flopped onto my bed and sighed, turning on a certain 'historical' musical which I thought could fill the next 3 hours until my steadily enforced bedtime.

Then my phone buzzed. Odd. Ari's been off the grid since... the incident and Nya was right here. Nobody else has my number. 

"Hey is this, Emeline Muller?"

"Mm Hmm" close enough

"Uh your ID was found by one of the workers here"

OH CRAP THE FAKE ID'S !

You see,  I don't drink or anything. Pentecostal stuff. So I never really needed to seem older than I was until last summer. Long story short Maxwell thought it would be funny for us to sneak into a strip-club. An adventure of my youth? I was so in. Even though I felt excruciatingly guilty as we planned it out, I still got myself the ID. Delilah makes them for 20 bucks and a Chickfila meal so it was fairly easy. However it was also good for one use because I've had no need to use it anywhere else. I still keep it on me though. Just in case I need to buy a homeless person cigarettes or something. Bad example I know.

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry!" I paused a second "wait, where?"

"7 Eleven, corner of Brooks and Mayfield"

"Oh... OH. Uh okay I'm on my way!"

I ran out of the room as fast as my stubby little legs could take me.

"Where are you going?"

"Ineedtogetmywalletbackfromthereallyhot7ElevenworkerthatIranintoearlier,don'twaitup"

Then I was gone.

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I burst through the doors 15 minutes later ( I'm a slow runner, okay! We don't need to discuss it!). My eyes darted to the counter and I saw her, a real John Mulaney indeed.

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You heard me right. 

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