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Michael Mell, was on route for his daily trip to the local seven eleven. It was a month before senior year starts back up in September and per usual he craved the only thing besides weed and video games that cheered him up. The all godly slushie machine. Halfway through freshman year, he discovered his love for the sugary ice cold beverage. Then without warning in the hottest June that New Jersey’ had ever seen, God had bestowed the greatest gift (besides another DLC for apocalypse of the damned), an upgraded slush dispenser, over 200 flavor combos, and Michael planned to find the time to try them all. He had nothing better to do right ? That's when it went from a pretty bangin’ summer to the best months of his whole Goddamn LIFE. Some days he got a couple to go , so he could try and get a few in one day so he'd finish his goal and find the most satisfying and delicious one and make it his signature drink for senior year. However what Michael didn't expect was the usual loser with a summer job at his favorite sev’elev’ to have a breakdown and get fired for trying to burn the place down. Michael confided in that dude , he wore a bisexual pride pin under his name tag so when he saw the pride patch on Michael jacket they hit it off. Apparently rich didn't like the way his manager had been acting and his manager felt the same. On a smoke break, he flicked his almost finished cig and it lit the soda dispenser fluid stains on the floor on frickin’ fire. He had freaked and his manager put it out before it spread, needless to say, Rich still got a pink slip when he clocked out that night. That's how rich got fired from the seven eleven which for Michael, meant meeting a new clerk, and possibly a new confidant. So when he walked in on a pretty chill Saturday morning expecting to see rich, and instead found his eyes gazing upon a guy maybe like twenty feet taller than rich, and more importantly to Michael, a hot guy, he felt his cheeks betray him and burn red.
“I hope he doesn't think I'm a freak for my quest for the ultimate thirst quencher. Also, Jesus, he's cute, but damn from the looks of him he's probably straight“ Michael thought to himself.
“ are you gonna get something orrrr-” the mystery guy said.
Michael glanced at his name tag ,” ‘Jeremy’ huh, that's a cute name. Shit Mikey act cooool act, chill. For once. He can probably smell the gay off of you right now-”
“ no seriously, pick a flavor dude ,” Jeremy smirked.
“ Oh right yeah. Sorry. Distracted. Long day. Long week. Long year. Long life. Long-” Michael frowned, palms sweaty, anxiety eating at him.
The smirk Jeremy's face originally held fell as he stopped Michael's little tirade.
“ It's all cool dude! Pick when you're ready. “ he smiled softly. It was warm and kind and if Michael could have gone any redder, he would have.
He laughed nervously and looked into Jeremy's eyes. A piercing blue met a golden brown and they both looked away sheepishly. Clearing his throat, Michael, made a decision, “piña colada with the extra pineapple shot “
If Catching Jeremy off guard was his intention, Mike had succeeded.
“ Excuse me what ?” As he said this Jeremy's face glows with embarrassment and Michael can only wonder why. “ I mean why would a straight guy be so nervous around me ?” Pushing that thought away Michael repeated his order and Jeremy nodded ( a bit too much if one must say ) and proceeded to make the slush magic goodness in a cup. As it was done mixing, Jeremy poured Michaels cup, a bit slowly one might add, and as Michael would put it, generously. Most of the time, Rich would fill it and then put on the lid, this Jeremy kid put the high raised lid on first and filled the 24ounce to the brim.
Michael had never seen someone do that. Besides he ordered a 16 ounce.
“ this is too much I asked for -”
“ Oh shoot I used the wrong cup…. Um, it-ts m-my first d-day and all -”
“I know “ Michael interrupting awkwardly, stating a fact that was well known to him.
Jeremy's face flushed again and the stammering continued.
“ l-look since its m-my mist-take Ill only c-charge for the 16 ounces and pay for the other eight m-myself “
Blushing at the stranger's kind act Michael replied: “ that's super cool of you and all but that's not fair for you .”
“Well,” he coughed, “ wha - what if you let me have a sip, then it's fair cause I pay for what I g-get. “
Michael burst out laughing, and Jeremy laughed too, silently wishing he never suggested it.
“ Thanks “ all in dude, that's pretty cool of you, I'll take you up on that offer. “
They both blushed, Jeremy took the first sip, a small one but the overwhelming taste of pineapple was too sweet for him, then the other ingredients hit him, it was one of the greatest things he'd ever tasted, but he didn't notice Michael watching him and Michael noticed a lot. Of. Things. The way he opened his mouth so wide only to put in a straw, the wide eyes when he tastes it, the tiny drop of pineapple syrup that dripped from his bottom lip, God his lips looked so perfect, so kissable, so-
“ your turn? Jeremy smiled which made his nose crinkle, lips upturned in a way revealing to Michael the most adorable dimples on the planet earth. “Jesus is there any flaw to this kid ?” He pondered quietly.
He looked at the cup, which was wet from the condensation and took it, his fingers brushing against Jeremy's as he does this. He feels a familiar twinge of heat on his cheeks. “Play it cool Michael, play it cool .”
He takes a rather large gulp and feels the immediate satisfaction of the chilled sugary syrup and water. It cools his insides and pumps out confidence, he pays for the 16 ounces as he and Jeremy had negotiated. And leaves an equally generous tip.
After he and Jeremy exchanged their “goodbyes”, “ nice meeting you's “ and
“ hope I see you again soon “
As he walked back to his PT Cruiser, putting the liquid gold in a cup holder, stuck the key in the ignition, speed on the gas out of the parking lot and he thought to himself, smiling as he did,
“All in all, a not too Heinous day. “