It turns out they didn't have cherry Slurpees. I don't know if it was because Dilly lied, which he did a lot, for no other reason than just to amuse himself, or if they ran out before we got there. They just had Pepsi and orange, which was fine with me, because orange was my favorite.
It definitely wasn't fine for Cameron.
“Where's the fucking cherry? Dilly said there was cherry, and I fucking want cherry!”
“Just get orange or something.” I'd already poured mine and nervously chewed on the straw as I looked between Cameron and the register. “The guy at the till is looking at us weird.”
“Let him look.” He stood motionless, glaring at the machine for at least a minute. “I'm not thirsty anymore. Meet me at the phone booth.” He stormed out the door.
I paid for my drink and walked out. When I turned around the corner of the 7-11, there was a strange car parked in front of the phone booth. Cautious, I slowed my stride a little, but almost immediately Cameron walked out from behind the car.
“Hey, I called us a cab! Hurry up,” he yelled as he climbed in behind the driver. I jogged up to the other side of the cab as Cameron opened the door.
“Why the hell'd you do that?” I asked.
“Don't feel like walking home. Anyway, we didn't get a movie or Doritos, so we got the money.”
I pulled the crumpled lump of bills and change from my pocket, and looked at it doubtfully. “I don't know. I've never ridden in a cab before, you sure we got enough?”
The mustachioed man in the driver's seat turned around to face us. “Hey, kid, you getting in or what?”