7-Eleven

7:11

Tracy had been waiting for Ryan to come out of the creepy old convenience store on top of the hood of his new Chevy G10 van for an unnerving amount of time now. Not only Tracy pondered whether a couple pints of stolen ice cream was worth it, but Jessica, Ryan's girlfriend, too. She wanted everyone to know she was getting impatient by tapping her foot on the ground. Jessica is a dramatic spaz, Tracy thought to herself, of course she'd be making a scene. Even though Tracy knew that Jessica tapping her foot on the ground rapidly was not really her making a scene and it only being a mild annoyance, she couldn't help but be pissed off at Jessica.

Tracy moved on and looked over to Damian and Tucker who were playing around with a shopping cart they had stolen. They both so childlike that it was impossibly clear that a shopping cart could entertain them. Tracy watched as Damian hopped in the cart and Tucker grabbed the bar, running and pushing the cart around with Damian inside. She continued to keep her eyes on them as the cart, and Damian along with it, tipped over and crashed into the wet, black parking lot pavement. She couldn't help but laugh at their idiotic shenanigans.

"Ah! The peanut gallery finds pain funny!" Damian announced from the damp ground eyeing his skinned elbow. Tracy tried to keep a straight face but it was no use, they were just too stupid.

"Wooo! Oncour!" She clapped still laughing.

"You guys are so dumb! Ryan's been gone for 20 minutes and all you're doing is parkour! You guys are acting like dipshits!" Jessica's scene had finally arrived to everyone's dismay.

"Honey, this ain't parkour, but if you wanna see some I can show you." Damian flexes the skin and bone on his arms, but Jessica looks like she's going to blow a gasket.

"Chill out, he only went to get some ice cream from the freezer. Nothing's happening to him. Worst case scenario he's having trouble opening it. It's probably locked and all." Tucker soothes Jessica. Tracy nods in agreement, she knows if she opens her mouth to Jessica everyone's blood pressure will only go up.

"Can we please at least check on him?" She pleads. She pulls her blonde french braids in front of her blue jacket and squeezes her brown boots together to make her look more pitiful.

"Whatever you want, doll." Damian complies. He picks himself up from the ground to gesture towards the nearly empty store. Jessica makes her way ahead of them into the open door of the convenience store, predictably Tucker and Damian ogle at her ass.

"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies." Tracy grumbles following behind Jessica.

"If it makes you feel better, I would stare at your ass too if I wasn't so afraid of you." Damian blurts. Tucker immediately elbows him in the ribcage.

As Tracy enters the closed down convenience store she can't help but think about what went down there two weeks ago. She remembers everyone at Ryan's house sitting on his mom's old couch. It was one of those snow days where everyone convened at Ryan's to TV and eat garbage. Tucker shooting cheeseballs into Damian's mouth, Jessica snuggling with Ryan, and Tracy sitting crawled up on the couch in her new black sweater that Ryan got her for Christmas. Everything was going well as they watched Steve Sunshine report the weather for the next week, until a breaking news story came on and interrupted the good time. An old man was found dead by hanging in the middle of the local convenience store. The reporter said he had died hours before a truck driver had found him. It wouldn't be that big of a deal to Tracy, the elderly are the highest likely age group to commit suicide, until it was discovered that there was no stool or rope available in the store. Tucker theorized that he could have just brought rope from home and climbed on top of some shelves to prop himself up and hang himself. Damian believed that there was a demon haunting the store and was going to kill everyone who ever entered ever which made Jessica throw a pillow at his face. Ryan thought they were all being dumb and that this was something to be sad about instead of joking around. Tracy was about to speak to Damian's point about it being a demon until the report was updated. The old man's wife had received news of her husband dying and killed herself the same way in their home.