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"yo, i have to piss"
"again?"
"yes, again. whatever, can we just find somewhere to piss at?"
"can't you pee behind a bush?"
"it's dark outside. i don't wanna end up like lourdes, you know. i have dreams, ambitions, life long--". frankie cut me off.
"yeah, fine, i'll look for a place"

we were nearing los angeles when frankie pulled over at a gas station. we were in a remote looking town, nothing like i would have imagined the close outskirts of LA. frankie got out of the car.
"c'mon", he said as he opened my door, pulling out a cigarette and putting it to his lips.
i got out, my bladder contracting. i couldn't help but laugh.
"dumbass", frankie said smiling, flicking a lighter. he put out his hand for me to grab, and pulled me toward the little store.

the cashier was a skinny, tall boy, with profuse acne and blonde, long hair that covered his eyes. his shirt was stained with what seemed to be oil.
"can i help you?", he said, pulling the hair out of his face.
"you got a bathroom?", frankie asked, looking the kid up and down.
i glanced behind me and around the place, which was filled with the usual gas station stuff: chips, chips, chips, and beer. as i went to turn back, i noticed something that made my eyes instantly fly back: there was a man standing there. he was overweight, with a scruffy beard, crumbs and oil all over his face and most significantly around his lips. i couldn't help but squint in disgust at the sight. he looked perverted... but i couldn't take my eyes off of him. that is until he looked back. his eyes pierced me with such hatred that i began to feel goosebumps forming around my arms; a cold feeling overtook me, and caused me to quickly turn and grab frankie fiercely. he looked at me.
"well... are you going to the bathroom or not?", he said, turning back at the kid behind the counter and giving him a glare.
"what? oh... yeah"
frankie opened his eyes, as if motioning me to go.
we exited the store, and he started walking back to the car.
"frankie!", i screamed.
he turned and sarcastically asked if i needed help.
"actually, yeah... i don't wanna go by myself"
frankie rolled his eyes with a smile.
"ahh... okay, c'mon"
the bathroom was in the back of the building, where no prying eyes could see. the problem was that behind the store there was a vast portion of deserted land, without lights in the distance... and that guy had given me the creeps.
i pulled frankie in the bathroom with me. it was actually pretty clean for a gas station bathroom. i told frankie to turn around as i peed. he smoked.
"we don't have too long left to LA... maybe another half an hour"
"that's great", i said as i pulled up my jeans, "my ass is numb from all the sitting"
i flushed the toilet and frankie turned to look at me. i walked towards him.
"you know... i'm really glad i met you", he said suddenly.
"i'm more than glad", i answered. he grabbed me into a hug, placing his chin on top of my head, then kissing it.
"there's something about you...", he said softly. i held him closer. we pulled away and we locked arms.
he opened the door.

"you fucking cunt"