Chapter 1: “The Empty Store”
Thomas traveled to the store trying to get something to eat. Mary soon followed, as she usually plays the role of his accomplice. This was a normal night, in which, normal, predictable things happen. There were little to no people at this store, as Thomas and Mary enjoyed their late night escapades. Great friends they were at the time, with moments of happiness and moments of stillness. They created a bond over the years, as they’ve been friends since the age of sixteen. They are now nineteen, same month, same year, same week, just a couple of days apart.
“Lets get some Pringles this time,” said Mary. “What’s up with you and pringles?” asked Thomas. Before Mary could give her usually sly remarks, Thomas again responded with, “Ugh, okay.” Mary made a grimace, she usually gets her way, Thomas just adores having her as company in his very introverted life. She’s the little bit of happiness that he gets through his social interactions. Off to the next aisle they went, Thomas bent to get his favorite treat, “Chocolate Covered Raisins.” He loved this as a kid, and everytime he sees a package from his favorite brand his impulses get the best of him. “Hey! He proclaimed,” as he reached for the package he felt something reach for his behind. Mary turns around only being a couple of feet away. “What?!” she asked, Thomas replied bringing down his tone to his usual, monotone, level. “Um, okay... weirdo.”
“What do you mean?” Mary asked, “What did I do?” “Dude, you just touched me when I bent over, what was the point of that?” “I didn't touch you, Thomas.” Mary responded, in a very honest low-striking tone that brought sincerity even to Thomas’ eyes. “Really??” he asked, I just
felt something...” It was then that they both felt cold shivers around them. The two quickly rushed to the checkout line, and drove straight home. Little to no dialogue was made, just very small comments and remarks with over-pursued giggles. Trying to bring light to what happened, Thomas passed his best friend Mary her chips, “whooo” he said. Slowly moving the chips in a curvy motion while in transit to Mary’s hands. “Hehe.” she responded, followed by four to six long seconds of complete silence. They felt something wasn’t right. Something had definitely changed them.
