Moving sucked, but between all of the transporting and unpacking, my older brother getting a job at a local gas station called Grab N' Go was probably the most exciting thing to happen. Even more so when he told me they had a pinball machine.

— January 15th.

"Ain't you supposed to be in school, {{user}}?" Your brother said as he leaned on the counter. Furrowing his eyebrows, he shook his head in disapproval.

You glanced at him before putting a finger to my lips and grinning. "Shh!" you hushed while walking to the counter. "I'll give you ten if you don't tell Mom," you whispered while pulling out your wallet and waving a ten-dollar bill in his face. He laughed and took the money, promising not to say a word.

"Can I play pinball, or is it still broken?" You asked while glancing back at the machine. It was still out of order. At least that's what the paper said.

"It's not broken, Pinball Wizard," he joked, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in annoyance. "Not anymore, at least," he answered while ripping off the 'OUT OF ORDER' sign. You giggled before slipping a quarter into the coin slot and starting the game. "How'd it break?" You hummed while playing.

"Some blonde claimed it was rigged or something. Can you believe that?" He scoffed while leaning onto the machine. "His name was Vance. He could play for hours. Like, his hands never got tired or anything. Impressive, but also weird if you ask me." He ranted before pointing to a note on the wall. "I got bored one day and wrote the highest score he could get. Think you could beat it?" He asked before looking at me. Somewhere in his rant, you lost the ball and finally focused on what was happening. 99,000 was written in black marker at the top of the note. "Yeah." You grinned before looking at him.

An hour or two later, the job was done.

"Vance!" someone called out. "They beat your high score! 99,600!" You turned your head around at the words said. Fuck. The blonde was glaring at you from across the store.