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Poprocks and Coke.
We gathered up our piles of shit and stalked over to the counter. We carefully let the sugary and make-uppy (totally a word, right?) contents spill onto the register. Surprisingly, we only blew $30.
“Wait!” I screeched as a pink and black package caught my eye. Max and Pete immediately caught on.
“Pop Rocks!” Max screamed, causing everyone in the store at the ungodly hour of 6 am to stare at the group of freakish teenagers with armloads of candy, make-up and condoms. She snatched up the entire box of them, which only cost about $3.00 for the whole thing.
“And coke!” Alex cut in.
“We can make our stomachs explode!” Ryland squealed, dancing around happily. I can only imagine what the cashier was thinking. She’ll prolly need therapy after us.
Xx
Despite the slight cold nipping at our bare necks and the lack of sleep, we sat outside the Rite Aid and quickly unpacked the two bags full of useless shit.
We all began giggling at the tingly feeling the pop rocks left in our mouths.
“It burns,” Max moaned, “Holy crap, what is that?”
A thin crimson river began to flow from her nose and into her mouth. She began to spit out her pop rocks that were half-chewed and covered in blood. It left a metallic smell and a beautiful sight all over the sidewalk.
“Maxine, are you on drugs?” Gabe asked, shocked.
She glared daggers at him as she dabbed at her nose. It only bled for about 2 seconds. Strange.
“No… Linnea, what are you doing?”
I shoved another handful of the popping candy into my mouth, “Eating?”
“No, you’re supposed to like… chug it from the bag, duh. You’re hands are probably sticky as hell.”
I pressed my hands together and struggled to peel them apart.
“… Oh.”
Face palm.
“Wait!” I screeched as a pink and black package caught my eye. Max and Pete immediately caught on.
“Pop Rocks!” Max screamed, causing everyone in the store at the ungodly hour of 6 am to stare at the group of freakish teenagers with armloads of candy, make-up and condoms. She snatched up the entire box of them, which only cost about $3.00 for the whole thing.
“And coke!” Alex cut in.
“We can make our stomachs explode!” Ryland squealed, dancing around happily. I can only imagine what the cashier was thinking. She’ll prolly need therapy after us.
Xx
Despite the slight cold nipping at our bare necks and the lack of sleep, we sat outside the Rite Aid and quickly unpacked the two bags full of useless shit.
We all began giggling at the tingly feeling the pop rocks left in our mouths.
“It burns,” Max moaned, “Holy crap, what is that?”
A thin crimson river began to flow from her nose and into her mouth. She began to spit out her pop rocks that were half-chewed and covered in blood. It left a metallic smell and a beautiful sight all over the sidewalk.
“Maxine, are you on drugs?” Gabe asked, shocked.
She glared daggers at him as she dabbed at her nose. It only bled for about 2 seconds. Strange.
“No… Linnea, what are you doing?”
I shoved another handful of the popping candy into my mouth, “Eating?”
“No, you’re supposed to like… chug it from the bag, duh. You’re hands are probably sticky as hell.”
I pressed my hands together and struggled to peel them apart.
“… Oh.”
Face palm.
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Arianna pwns me at writing this.