Maya's Dead and I'm In Love

Meet Cutes

I  slowly make my way to the cashier, she's currently facing away from me stacking the same kind of cigarettes that's smell if ignited would take me right back to my childhood, not that I ever left. 

I'm far too afraid to say anything after I completely and utterly embarrassed myself earlier, so I stand awkwardly a few feet in the doorway. After about 2 minutes pass I take a step forward intentionally loudly. She turns her head my way and picks up the wallet that I forgetfully left earlier. She tosses it to me from where she stands and then hops over the counter in one swoop and strides on over to me.

Meanwhile I'm shape-shifting into Bob the Tomato.

"I'm so so sorry, again. I really didn't mean to I just- I'm not very good with remembering things. I feel so bad I just- thank you" I tried to give an apologetic smile but i'm sure I looked like a mentally unstable version of Kermit the Frog. 

"It's cool"

"Thanks again. Are you guys still open"

"Uh this is a seven eleven?"

"Right sorry"

"Stop saying that" She says with an eye roll which I can't tell is good or bad.

"S-uh- My bad "

She smirks as I walk over and grab three iced coffee's.

"All nighter"

"Oh my gosh no, I just need it to focus"

I hand her a ten dollar bill and drop all the change she gives me into the tip jar before booking it as fast as my little undersized legs could take me. On my mad dash through the seven eleven parking lot I realize that I never even got her name. Ginger peachy.

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The next day I leap up from my bed to Counting Star's blaring through my radio. I have to face the world today. I'm not quite sure how I'm going to do it, but everything always turns out fine, It's just a matter of when (hopefully soon).

I walk over to my little white vanity and throw on a coat of foundation, eyeliner, blush, highlight, eye-shadow and two coats of lipsticks.Then I brush out my hair and throw it in a bun-like contraption. I don't know if i'm supposed to look like I'm put together or falling apart. I wanna be happy for everybody,but I also don't wanna look suspicious. Screw it, I throw on jeans and a blink-182 t-shirt before slipping on my white vans and pouring myself a big bowl of off brand raisen-y cereal. By the time I place the bowl in the sink to soak it's clear I'm gonna be early to meet with the gang. I prefer it that way, However I feel like Nya should at least be awake before I leave. I don't want her to think I got kidnapped on my late night escapade. Even though I possibly could have and this could be a dream.

I shove the thought to the back of my brain and snatch up a pre-portioned bottle of Sunny-D. Then I sit down and watch an episode of That 70's show until Nya is ready an hour later.

When we get outside to our meeting place by the picnic tables. I notice the other kid's (the ones we're not supposed to like) are sitting in our little spot. I don't mind, so I walk over to the little oak tree a few yard from the table and take a seat.

'don't think about the dirt, don't think about the possibility the germs from there have found there way here via someone who didn't shower hard enough after leaving that place.'

I plead that something the gang says will distract me.

"So do you think any of team edgy did it?"

"Well duh there at the top of the foodchain, of course they've done it by now"

"HAHAHAHAHA I meant  ya know. "  He takes his finger and slides it across his neck.

My mouth flies open but I shoot it instantly. I don't wanna be mean but I'm pretty sure that's very offensive. My heart sinks like the one time I went into a Walgreens and that lady called me a fag. I'm sure she's nice though. Probably has her own things to do and deal with. So does Max. Not that I think he has a bunch of bad things going on in his life I just-

"Of course not!" I try to sound more optimistic than offended but I'm pretty sure I'm a 50/50 blend of both. "Everybody's got good in them, and everybody loves Maya."

"I'm just sayin'"

"So am I" I smile because as much as I care about this cause, I don't wanna seam like a mean nark.

The warning bell rings. That's when I remember I skipped a day, so that means today is- OH CRAP I HAVE DEBATE IN 5 MINUTES.

"I have to I love you guys byeeeee!" I throw up a flappy hand wiggle wave and fast walk to class.

'Thank heaven' I think as I collapse onto my chair, 'just in time!'. Today is gonna be a good day.