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Movie time: 19:55 to 23:45

Tylor awoke to a soft knock on her bedroom door. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and rolled over to her side, she mumbled the okay to enter the room. The door slowly creaked open revealing her dad on the other side. She lazily blinked her blue eyes at him. He cleared his throat.

"Hey, so I'm off to work. There's uhm, food in the fridge if you're hungry," he scratched the back of his head visibly awkward.

"Thanks," Tylor tried to smile. Her father turned to leave but then stopped.

"If you need anything, there's a 7Eleven down the road from here," then he left. Tylor slumped back exhausted, the run last night tired her out a lot and she was feeling the effects of it on her muscles. She stretched out her legs and dragged herself out of bed alerting Howard she was awake.

"Wanna take a drive to the store bud?" she yawned. He got up and copied her, dragging his paws across the hardwood floor to the stairs, looking back at her as if to tell her to hurry up. She laughed and turned to look at herself in the mirror, running her fingers through her frizzy hair trying to tame it to look presentable. When she was happy with her appearance she grabbed some shorts, an old black flag shirt and headed towards the front door. She walked out into the sunlight and the heat hit her like a freight train, she swore to herself looking down at Howard for reassurance. He just trotted past her and climbed into the bed of the truck. She sighed and stepped into her front seat. She reached for the glove compartment, searching for an altoids tin, which she carried her weed in. Finally grasping it she set it on her lap, when she opened it she cursed loudly. "Fuck." Her supply was dwindling, where the hell was she going to find good weed in this town.

She hit the steering wheel angrily and was becoming anxious. How was she going to survive this place without her one vice, and how the hell did she forget to bring more from home. She tossed the almost empty tin in the passenger seat and lit a joint she had from before the drive to Odessa. She took two long drags and felt herself relax a little. She licked her fingers and put the sad excuse for a reefer out, saving it for later, God knows she'll need it. She turned the key in the ignition and her car roared to life along with her music. She backed out of the driveway and sped down towards the 7Eleven, one of the only stores not closed down on the main strip. The warm air blew through the open window and she hated to admit that it felt kind of nice. She looked in her rearview mirror, smiling at Howard who was having the time of his life. She pulled into the lot, parking beside a cream white (muscle car). She jumped out of her truck and slammed her door, looked towards Howard to tell him to stay. She reached into her opened window for some loose bills she had in her cup holder.

"Hey," a low voice came from behind her, she turned around to face the source of the sound. It was Don. He was chewing obnoxiously and chocolate milk with burrito crumbs layered his mouth. She gave him a small smile and signaled for him to wipe his face. He looked down and with one hand cleaned off the mess and smeared it on his jeans. She went into the store and as the door closed behind her, she heard the driver of the car ask who she was.

The store was small, your classic brand name junk food place. She suddenly had a craving for chocolate milk and went to the back of the store to grab some. Her ears rang as she heard a high pitch laughter coming from the blonde clerk behind the cash register. Is everyone in this town blonde?, she thought to herself. Grabbing an assortment of food she made her way to the blonde clerk, talking loudly on the phone. Tylor placed her things on the counter rather roughly to announce that she was ready to go, and the girl kept talking. She waited a few moments patiently, but that was about as long as her fuse would go unlit.

"I'd like to go," she stated frustrated. The clerk glared at her and stuck her finger out, making Tylor's anger show a little more than she wanted to. "Come on," she said louder just wanting to be out of the damn store.

"I'm talking with a customer," The clerk said with a snap of her gum.

"Yep, telling a customer whose dick you sucked last night is real important," she said through gritted teeth.

"Excuse me?" The clerk pulled the phone away from her ear and glared at Tylor.

"You heard me," Tylor stated.

"Sorry Maria, some bitch is being extremely rude- What really? Oh my God since when-" The clerk was trying to continue her conversation but Tylor was over it.

"You don't want to take my money, cool I don't feel like giving it to you," with that, Tylor grabbed her food and went to leave the store. The clerk stopped talking, and stared at Tylor dumbfounded.

"You can't just leave," she retorted to Tylor's back. Tylor responded by shrugging and making her way to the door. "I'll call the police!" the clerk tried to yell back.

"Go ahead bitch," Tylor snapped. To her dismay, her father's cruiser was already outside parked beside the boys in the (muscle car). She cursed under her breath, knowing she was making a scene. She kicked the door open and went for her truck and with the commotion the boys took their attention off the officer to her. The clerk went running out after her and saw the cruiser.

"She's trying to steal from me!" The clerk yelled to the officer while pointing at Tylor.

"See, now I thought you were too busy talking about suckin' dick than to take my money," Tylor barked back throwing the food in through her open window. She heard the muffled laughter coming from Don and his passenger and it only encouraged her to say more. The clerk just glared at her, not able to come up with a good enough come back. "Chokin' on it too eh?" She heard a car door slam.

"Tylor! What the hell are you doing," She spun her head towards her father who was now walking towards her, visibly angry.

"Nothing father," she smiled at him, she tossed her bills at the clerk and they fell to the ground. The girl just stood there with her arms crossed. "What's the matter? I thought you'd be used to bending over," she said sarcastically sympathetic. The clerk had had enough and reached her arms out pushing on Tylor's chest. That was it, Tylor was done, done with the drive, the stupid town and everything else. She lost it. She got in the girl's face, her forehead almost smashing into the clerks.

"Push me again. Do it," she almost whispered. Tylor was overreacting and she knew it but couldn't stop. She felt a firm hand push her shoulder back but she swatted it out of the way. "I said do it bitch!" she yelled this time.

"That's enough!" her father's loud voice snapped her out of her red haze. She looked to her left and Don had gotten out of the car to try and stop the oncoming fight. Her father was now standing in front of the clerk, and that only helped to piss her off more but she shoved her anger down and took a deep breath.

"Whatever, I'm leaving," she muttered and swung her car door open to climb inside.

"Hey now just wait a minute-" her father was about to say but Tylor cut him off.

"What I paid didn't I? Just arrest me when you get home dad." She spat out and put the key in the ignition. All other voices were drowned out by the loud music blaring through the speakers of her pick up truck. She sped out of the parking lot, causing Howard to bark out in agitation.

"I'm sorry about that Melissa, I'll deal with her when I get home," Tylor's father said while picking up the money his daughter had thrown at the clerk.

"Thanks Officer King," Melissa said too sweetly. Officer King nodded to her, then turned toward Don and his friend. "Boys,"

"Sir," they said in unison. With that Officer King got back in his cruiser and left the parking lot.

"What a psycho, there's clearly something wrong with her." Melissa said to Don.

"Hmm," Don grunted, not really listening to what she was saying.

"Whatever," she sighed, and walked back into the store.

Don sat back in the car and reached for the rest of his burrito.

"Do you think she's crazy?" the driver of the(muscle car)asks.

"No," Don replies and takes a swig from his carton of milk. "Do you Chavez?"

"No… Do you know her?" Chavez asks again.

"No," Don takes a bite of his burrito, eyeing the parking spot where Tylor's car was.

"Do you think she's hot?" Chavez begins to back out of the lot.

Don continues chewing, "Yeah," he says with a mouth full of food.