Loser. Weirdo. Faggot., chapter 8
Mike fumbled his way out of the house, holding onto car keys. Tre and Billie were in the company of his house, if it could be called that, as he went to go get groceries. The refrigerator was empty. Again. In all truth, his adopted parents never took good care of him. He took care of himself.
"Fuck..." He muttered to himself. The car wasn't starting. He sighed and looked into the sky. Cloudy. It would probably rain soon, but his need for food was bigger than his need to be dry. So he started walking.
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When he reached the supermarket, the rain was coming down in sheets. He must have looked ridiculous standing there, soaking wet. But he didn't mind. It was warm inside anyway. He would dry off fast.
He grabbed a cart from one of the rows lined up at the front of the store. He checked the list he had written earlier. He read it to himself. It only said one word: Everything.
He chuckled. Mike roamed the aisles of the store, pushing nearly everything into the cart that he could think of. Bread. Meat. Cheese. Junk Food. Shit he didn't even need. His parents were the ones who had to pay for the bill, not him. As he reached for the last bag of chips, someone else did too.
"Hey, they're mine. Back off." Mike looked over at the girl who had grabbed the chips from his hand. Long brown hair flopped into a pair of hazily green eyes as she shook her head. A grey flannel cap covered her hair, contrasting with the red vest she had on. She was working there.
She opened the bag, and began eating the chips. Mike's chips. "Come on man. That's not cool," He said, trying to grab them from her. She stuck out her tongue. Mike groaned. "Listen kid, who old are you anyways?"
"I'm 16," she proudly announced. "What's it to ya?" No way was she as old as himself. Mike bit his lip. She was pretty thin. And she looked like she hadn't eaten something in a while. "Fine. Have the damn chips." He began walking away, but she stopped him with her voice.
"Are you serious? You're not gonna yell at me or something?" Her voice was uneasy. He turned back around. "No. They're just chips. Why would I yell?" She bit her lower lip. "Just don't tell anyone, okay?" Mike shook his head.
Mike paid for his food. Both arms were full of bags. He looked like he was about to tip over from the amount of groceries he was carrying. "You need help with those?" The girl asked. He didn't want to say anything, but there was no way he could carry all those bags back to his house.
"Um- listen. I'm kinda hungry," she said, grabbing onto one of the bags. "How bout if you buy me a burger, I'll drive you back to your house? It's still raining outside."
The deal sounded pretty good to Mike.
"Fuck..." He muttered to himself. The car wasn't starting. He sighed and looked into the sky. Cloudy. It would probably rain soon, but his need for food was bigger than his need to be dry. So he started walking.
* * *
When he reached the supermarket, the rain was coming down in sheets. He must have looked ridiculous standing there, soaking wet. But he didn't mind. It was warm inside anyway. He would dry off fast.
He grabbed a cart from one of the rows lined up at the front of the store. He checked the list he had written earlier. He read it to himself. It only said one word: Everything.
He chuckled. Mike roamed the aisles of the store, pushing nearly everything into the cart that he could think of. Bread. Meat. Cheese. Junk Food. Shit he didn't even need. His parents were the ones who had to pay for the bill, not him. As he reached for the last bag of chips, someone else did too.
"Hey, they're mine. Back off." Mike looked over at the girl who had grabbed the chips from his hand. Long brown hair flopped into a pair of hazily green eyes as she shook her head. A grey flannel cap covered her hair, contrasting with the red vest she had on. She was working there.
She opened the bag, and began eating the chips. Mike's chips. "Come on man. That's not cool," He said, trying to grab them from her. She stuck out her tongue. Mike groaned. "Listen kid, who old are you anyways?"
"I'm 16," she proudly announced. "What's it to ya?" No way was she as old as himself. Mike bit his lip. She was pretty thin. And she looked like she hadn't eaten something in a while. "Fine. Have the damn chips." He began walking away, but she stopped him with her voice.
"Are you serious? You're not gonna yell at me or something?" Her voice was uneasy. He turned back around. "No. They're just chips. Why would I yell?" She bit her lower lip. "Just don't tell anyone, okay?" Mike shook his head.
Mike paid for his food. Both arms were full of bags. He looked like he was about to tip over from the amount of groceries he was carrying. "You need help with those?" The girl asked. He didn't want to say anything, but there was no way he could carry all those bags back to his house.
"Um- listen. I'm kinda hungry," she said, grabbing onto one of the bags. "How bout if you buy me a burger, I'll drive you back to your house? It's still raining outside."
The deal sounded pretty good to Mike.
