*WARNING; EXTREME CRINGE, ITS LATE AT NIGHT AND I HAVE NO LIFE*

"What's up gang!" An apple jolly rancher hair colored boy walked into the 7-Eleven gas station wearing a bright sweater. Otto, his sexy best friend sat at the counter, tapping his fingers to the beat of 'Just Dance' by Lady Gaga.

Geoff, a cute boy, sat off to the side playing flappy bird on his phone to cure the boredom he has been victimized by for the last two hours. Pete, their much cooler and emo friend stood silently by the slurpee machine and updated his MySpace bio.

"Gangggg I'm bored!" The green highlighter haired shit poster whined. Otto looked up from his Lady Gaga crazed daze and shrugged, "Then do something Awsten."

The bell by the door rang signaling someone had entered. All four heads turned to face a rather slim kid with one hell of a jawline.

Pete being the lonely and emotional boy he was, immediately became intrigued by the new person with perfect eyebrows that could rival any e-girls dreams. The emo remained in his spot hidden by all the other drink machines and watched the kid.

Otto continued to tap his fingers on the counter to 'Bubblegum Bitch' with Geoff being just taps away from beating his high score.

Pete grabbed his slurpee and relocated towards his friends by the counter. Awsten was on his phone typing in all caps, texting about a weird baseball bat that he needed money for. The vibrant tennis ball headed boy brought his phone to his ear as was trying to bargain.

Pete looked around for the stranger. He was at the coffee maker, getting the largest big boi cup he's ever seen. Dark steaming coffee filled the cup to the rim, a plastic lid snapped on. The kid brought it towards the counter to be paid for.

"Yeah- Mom it's for a good cause I swear... we'll of course a toothbat is essential to my everyday needs." Awsten said rather loudly.

The stranger glanced at the booger classified as the other three's friend. He grabbed a five dollar bill and quickly paid for his coffee, few contents of his wallet spill out but he left in such a hurry, Otto didn't have the chance to tell him.

Geoff looked up from his game, a small smirk evident on his cute face. "That wasn't awkward at all." He chuckled softly.

Awsten put his hand over his phone and quietly shushed the three. Calmly continuing his call. "It's an investment mom. What do you want to say? Hell- I'll make a whole fucking musical about, hows that?"

Pete looked away and spotted a card on the counter along a few scraps of paper. He picked it up to recognize a driver's license for someone by the name of 'Michael J. Way'.

Geoff looked over Pete's shoulder, "I don't like the name Michael." He mumbled passive aggressively.

Otto looked caught off guard from what Geoff said, "Weird flex, but okay-" a phone flew across the drummers face. Everyone turned to look at their friend who resembled Cosmo from Fairly Odd Parents. Awsten looked angry from the amount of noise everyone was making during his phone call with his female parental unit.

Geoff got up from the counter and snatched a snickers from a nearby shelf. He slapped the candy across his Kermit the frog hair colored friend. "Eat the dicc bitch"

Everyone was confused but shrugged it off as this was their usual Tuesday morning hangouts. Awsten bit the candy and he could feel the satanic soul of Felony Steve leave his body.

Pete observed the ID of the stranger and handed it to Otto. This 'Michael' had quite a good looking face. A mighty fine jawline if he does say so. One that would rival a Greek sculpture. This was a god he witnessed in the small 7-Eleven. 

*I wish I could explain what was going through my head when I wrote this but I can't.*