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“This is ridiculous,” Louis mumbled looking into the vending machine. The bag of cheesy Dorito goodness stared back at him, probably grinning if it could. He peeked over his shoulder at a fellow student who had headphones on his ears and an annoyed expression on his face.
Louis growled at the machine, punching it. “I’ll break you.” His voice fell to a hissed whisper, “I’ll fucking break you right now. You hear me?” Louis only had one dollar –only one dollar! He’d luckily found a twenty five cent coin on the floor when he exited the train this morning. Louis didn’t have money to just eat when he wanted. He was a struggling college student trying to get a Bachelor’s degree in Education. This wasn’t fair and this wasn’t right!
He knocked on the glass softly, at first, hoping it would have some affect –when it didn’t, he kicked it. “Come on!” He kicked the machine once more. “I hate you!”
“Um, excuse me.” The boy behind him touched his shoulder.
Louis cringed and turned around slowly. “May I help you?”
“I need to get to class.” The boy, whose hair was tied in a loose bun, looked extremely –bored. “I’ve been waiting like ten minutes.”
Louis smiled, hands clasped together, nodding. “Oh.” His eyes dropped into a squint, “That’s nice.” He shrugged, “I’ve been waiting almost ten minutes too.” He slammed his hand against the machine making the few people passing by stare. “And guess what, curly top?” Louis’s teeth clenched. “You will wait another ten minutes if it takes that long –to get my fucking chips!” Louis spun around shaking the heavy metal contraption. “I don’t care how long you wait! There are four other fucking vending machines on this goddamn floor! I am hungry and tired!” Louis panted against the machine, staring at the bag that haunted him. His sweaty forehead smudged against the glass as he took a peek back at the man.
“Do you have something to say?”
“Yeah.” The man took off his headphones, leaving them around his neck. “You’re insane.”
Louis laughed, using the vending machine as a crutch. “If I bother you so much go to another vending machine or be a good citizen and help me out.” He stood up straight, adjusting the bag around his body. “Your choice.”
“Can I please just get what I want?” The boy was tall and, if it came down to it, he could probably kill Louis. But that was alright because Louis was on two energy drinks, a soda and two waffles from this morning. He could take him.
“You’re not getting anything from this vending machine. Not unless you help me.”
“Oh my God.” The man groaned, walking around the side of the machine. “I knew I shouldn’t have transferred here.”
Louis made a gagging face. “No one is around to care. Can you help me or not?”
“Shake that side.” The man rolled his eyes. “And I’ll shake this side.”
Louis smiled, hugging the machine from the side. “Hm, what if this falls on me?”
“Then I get to buy what I want and go to class.” The curly bun man, which Louis thought was a perfect name, began rocking the vending machine from side to side. He looked over at Louis, “you aren’t doing anything.”
“Oh, we rock now?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, where you moving it?”
“Yes.” Curly bun man glared at him.
Louis shrugged, “didn’t feel like you were doing much.” Louis tried shaking the machine, using very little effort. He looked back over to the guy, “You know, I think this was a bad idea.”
“Oh my God.” Curly bun man hit the side of the machine. “Did it move?”
“I don’t know.” Louis peered into the glass. “Nope. Again.”
So curly bun man hit it again. “Did it move?”
“Yes! –no wait. No.” Louis looked over at him. “Sorry, didn’t move.”
“Ugh.” He scooted Louis from in front of the machine. “What is it? –The Doritos?”
“Yeah.” Louis bent down to the last row, pointing at it. “It’s the last one.”
The man chuckled dryly. “That’s what I was coming to get.”
“Hm?” Louis looked up at him, “Seriously?”
“There is none in the other machines. I guess we can share it.” He sighed and took out his dollar twenty-five from his pocket. Curly bun man put it into the machine. “What number is it?”
“F 13.”
He pressed the buttons and pulled his hand away quickly. “Wait, did you say F 15?”
“No!” Louis screamed in horror watching the protein bar fall into the pit of the machine. His jaw fell while his hands slid against the dirty glass. “Why would you do that? We could have shared it!”
“I thought you said F 15! You like –like mumbled!”
“I said F 13! F 13!” Louis reached into the metal door and held up the bar with a gruesome frown. “This is gross!”
“Dammit.” Curly bun man kicked the machine. “Stupid bag.”
Louis’ eyes didn’t move from the bag as he held up the bar. “Bye. Thanks for trying to help.”
“I’m sorry, man.” He grabbed it and sighed. “You’re welcome.”
“It was sarcasm! Go away!” Louis was on his knees unable to look away from the bright red bag.
“Asshole.” A hard something hit the bag of his head. He looked down at the protein bar as the man walked away.
“Oh! So mature!” Louis threw the bar back, missing by far. “Your bun looks like shit!” He watched the man walk away, headphones back on, middle fingers up.
“And you smell like lavender! Lavender smells like shit!” Louis dropped his head against the vending machine hearing something fall. He looked inside not seeing the red bag that had once been stuck there.
“Oh my God.” He stuck his hands inside the door and pulled out the beautiful bag. “Oh my God!” He shot up and looked around excitedly, “Curly bun man, look!” Louis was alone in an empty hallway. “Damn.” He smiled brightly at the bag but stopped before opening it. He actually did it, he got it out! All while using his head!
Louis stuck the bag into his bag. He had to hold onto it until he saw curly bun man again. Louis smiled proudly –smugly, this Dorito bag would be his trophy.