Why Mike? The story of Mystery, Murder and a Friendly Neighborhood 7-11, chapter 3
Robin glanced up from the counter as Billie and Tre walked in.
" Oh my God!" she screeched as Billie came to the register.
" Uh, hi, can I have a pack of smokes?" Billie asked.
" Y-yeah!" Robin whispered as she shakily reached for the box above her, "Here you go."
Billie examined the box and started to snicker quietly.
" These are condoms! " He laughed.
Robin turned a bright shade of pink before handing him a pack of Camel ciggies.
"Sorry." she whispered. Billie smiled a charming smile at her before handing her a ten and taking the ciggarettes. Tre came up with a basket of goodies.
"Can I have a box of vanillies?" he asked Robin. She shot him a wierd glance before reaching for the condoms again.
" Here Tre." she said as she rang up the charcoal eyeliner and melon baller.
" You 18 yet?" he said gleefully, snapping his gum.
" Uncle Tre!!!!" Stella squealed as he leaned over the counter.
" Stel!!!" he put his arms on the register and leaned against his hands. "Why are you here? I thought you had to prep your dorm room."
"Nah, daddy helped me with that yesterday. Speaking of daddy..."
Tre pointed down at the black BMW in the parking lot.
"He's in the car."
"Alright, I've got to go Robin, I'll see you later!" she ran out to the car.
Billie and Tre waltzed out of the bathroom with their Slurpees, snickering like Tom DeLonge did with the beer bottle on Riding In Vans With Boys.
"And then the arrdvark said, 'that's no froggie, that's a pickle!'"
Billie spat some of the Slurpee onto the linoleum floor.
" Ha ha ha! Wait!" he stopped laughing, "What about Mike?!"
"What about him?"
"He's in the car still!"
The two ran out only to see that the car was gone, but the teen girls car was still sitting there.
" Oh my God!" she screeched as Billie came to the register.
" Uh, hi, can I have a pack of smokes?" Billie asked.
" Y-yeah!" Robin whispered as she shakily reached for the box above her, "Here you go."
Billie examined the box and started to snicker quietly.
" These are condoms! " He laughed.
Robin turned a bright shade of pink before handing him a pack of Camel ciggies.
"Sorry." she whispered. Billie smiled a charming smile at her before handing her a ten and taking the ciggarettes. Tre came up with a basket of goodies.
"Can I have a box of vanillies?" he asked Robin. She shot him a wierd glance before reaching for the condoms again.
" Here Tre." she said as she rang up the charcoal eyeliner and melon baller.
" You 18 yet?" he said gleefully, snapping his gum.
" Uncle Tre!!!!" Stella squealed as he leaned over the counter.
" Stel!!!" he put his arms on the register and leaned against his hands. "Why are you here? I thought you had to prep your dorm room."
"Nah, daddy helped me with that yesterday. Speaking of daddy..."
Tre pointed down at the black BMW in the parking lot.
"He's in the car."
"Alright, I've got to go Robin, I'll see you later!" she ran out to the car.
Billie and Tre waltzed out of the bathroom with their Slurpees, snickering like Tom DeLonge did with the beer bottle on Riding In Vans With Boys.
"And then the arrdvark said, 'that's no froggie, that's a pickle!'"
Billie spat some of the Slurpee onto the linoleum floor.
" Ha ha ha! Wait!" he stopped laughing, "What about Mike?!"
"What about him?"
"He's in the car still!"
The two ran out only to see that the car was gone, but the teen girls car was still sitting there.
