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Adam and Timothy stopped to rest when they reached a gas station. They went inside, the blast of air conditioning hitting them when the automatic doors slid open. The place was a dump; only one of the humming florescent worked, and it was dim and blinking on and off. There was two freezers in the back filled with beer and pop, and three stands in the middle of the small room were piled with candy, snacks, and other necessary items. Besides the grungy old man sleeping behind the counter, Timothy and Adam were the only ones there. Adam immediately went over to the coolers and took out two pops. “Grab a bag of those chips, and two chocolate bars. We need all the energy we can get. We’re up for a long walk.” He instructed Timothy as he looked around for some form of meat other than beef jerky. “Got it! Do you prefer regular or wavy chips?” “It doesn’t matter.” “Ok, regular it is!” He dropped the food on the counter and Adam placed the two pops along with them. He had given up on finding meat. “Excuse me, Sir. We would like to make a purchase...” Adam said quietly, but the man slept on. “Dude! Wake up!” Timothy yelled. The man jumped up, mumbled for a moment, then glared at the two boys. “Yea? Wadda ya want?” “We would like to buy these things.” Adam said and gestured towards the food. “Oh, ya got any money?” “Yes, Sir. I am prepared to pay for these items.” “Stop talkin’ weird kiddo- it makes me ‘ead hurt...” “I’m sorry, how much will it all cost?” “Huh?” “The food. How much does it cost?” “Oh, right. Uh...” The man grabbed a yellowed piece of paper and examined it. “Lessee, that’s a dollar a piece for the pop, twenty-five cents for the chips an’ thirty cents a piece for the candy.... so that would be..... uh.... hmmm.” The man trailed off, unable to add up the amount. “A dollar and eighty-five cents.” “Wha?” “The food costs a dollar and eight-five cents.” “Oh... right. Um... ok.” Adam handed him the money and took the food. Timothy followed him into the parking lot.
“Ok, can you pass me those chips? They’re looking pretty appetizing to me!”
They continued walking down the road. It was a beautiful day, with a bright blue sky and the perfect temperature. Cars rarely past them, and when they did Timothy ran to the side of the road, sticking out his thumb and waving his arms. Nobody ever stopped.
“So, where do you think we are?” He asked Adam.
“But at the same time,” Timothy added, “I still hate you. For as long as I’ve known you, which isn’t a very long time, you’ve been nothing but bossy and mean to me. But I’m making myself get over that and see the good in you.” |