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Michael's POV
I watched timidly at Jeremy's slumbering from. His face was pale and his breath was startlingly quick. Once and a while he would flinch from some unseen force...
It causes my very being to shudder in fear.
Why did I let him drink it? Why didn't I learn?
My breath was heavy, and would catch in my chest like a dead weight crushing me.
"Jer, don't you worry... Y-You'll be okay. Y-You'll be fine... Just relax," I was unsure if my words were a weak attempt to comfort him or myself...
Rich...come here quickly.
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Rich's POV
FUCK!
"Wait, what?! What do you mean you've ran out?!" I exclaimed in a panic.
The salesperson crossed her arms, looking as if she couldn't give a single shit to my sorry ass.
"Yeah, bud, we ain't got any Mountain Dew Red. We went out of stock three days ago and don't plan on restocking," she replied plainly.
"Fuck!" I growled and smashed my fist on the counter with a thud.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?!
I stalked away mumbling curses under my breath.
"Hey!" I heard the lady snap at me from behind, but I had not cared.
Michael's in trouble and I'm not about to give up on him.