There was once a monster can, just sitting in the cooler, cold and alone. No one to hold him, no one to call “His drinker”. My name is Monster; I’m a pink lemonade monster. I’ve been living here for about 6 days, and no one has taken me home with them. The average time a monster should be sitting in one place is usually 2 to 3 days. I’m not getting any younger, and no one wants me. One normal day of sitting alone in the cold refrigerator, a girl walked in, short, blond. She was beautiful. She started heading towards the fountain drinks, lucky guys, they get to be drunk out of every day. No one ever pays attention to me; they all go for the 87 cent 44 ounce drinks. They’re full of sugar, and lies. I’m always fresh! And not to mention only 10 calories. The girl grabbed a cup slowly as she looked at her choices deciding what to drink. I started screaming, I called out for her, but she didn’t hear me from behind the glass. I tried my hardest, but there she went for the dr. pepper. That guy gets all the girls. She walked to the guy with the red shirt. Some type of transaction went on, and there she went. I wonder where she was going, maybe to her job, or home, or maybe she was just going to keep walking along.
Here I sit, alone in the cooler. I keep remembering that girl who walked in earlier. The guy in the red shirt gathers his belongings and locks the door as usual, turns out the lights, the usual routine. I guess it’s time for bed.
Morning comes and I await, people come in and out old ladies getting water, a few weird boys buying condoms. Finally! Here she comes, I see her trying to cross the street across from my home. She walks in and of course, heads straight to the fountain drinks. There she goes, then, all the sudden, she stops.. What’s she doing? She put the cup back in its hole. She’s coming this way! Act cool, act cool. I give her the sexiest face a monster can do. She’s looking everywhere but at me, She sees the white monster cans, 0 calories bastards. They’re nothing but sodium. Sure they have “Flavor” and their can is “Textured”. She continues looking through the cooler, oh my gosh! She made eye contact with me! Her eyes are amazing, hazel, She’s got a bandana in her hair. She’s examining her other choices, she doesn’t to seem very interested in a can like me, I’m not textured, I’m not carbonated, And let’s be honest the rehab monsters don’t the best reputation of being the best flavored. The guy in the red shirt looks over and see’s her having trouble deciding and walks over since she’s the only one in here now. I’m having trouble hearing through the glass but I’m trying to read their lips. “Where are you cooking 4?” Is that what he said?? Why would she be cooking anything? She’s standing to the side so I’m having trouble seeing what she’s saying, The guy in the red shirt starts talking again, “We had a coople new flowers” I really don’t think I’m reading his lips right. He points to the purple cans; they got here around the same time I did. Then to the ultra blue cans they came recently too, they sold out 3 hours after they came in. They’re probably the most popular cans. She eye balls them; they can get any girl they want. With their 0 calories, textured can, and I hear they taste like crème soda. Finally, the guy in the red shirt points to me, he’s my hero! He got her attention, I hope he’s saying good things; he’s like my wing man. I try to read his lips, “This flower hasn’t bun floppier, but pupils who try it sim to enjoy is.” She eye balls me again. Finally, she smiles and opens the cooler and grabs me. Her hand is soft and nice. She takes me up to the counter and the guy in the red shirt is standing behind the counter, she hands him a hand full of quarters. Finally, were walking out of my home. We walk down the road, it feels like we were walking forever, we approach a house and she walks in she sets me in another cooler. We just got together and she’s already putting me on a shelf. I look around, it’s a nice place, an old Pepsi cooler in a not very clean garage; There’s other monsters in here. A few 32 oz greens and a heavy metal, I wonder where she found him. They’re really hard to come across. I wait, hopefully she’ll come back for me. I figure I’ll be here for a little bit. It gets dark, I think she’s asleep, I should get some rest too, tomorrow could be a big day for me.
The next day arrives, I sit anxiously. I hear a door open then shut seconds later. There she is! Oh hallelujah! She opens the old Pepsi cooler and looks at me; She smells like strawberries. She picks me up with her soft hands and takes me to a maroon looking Ford fusion. There a man in the car, he seems rushed and she’s getting annoyed I can tell, we have that connection. She has headphones in, and we arrive at a big building, teenagers are everywhere. She walks into the building and zooms through the halls. We walk into a smaller room and there’s a few people in here. We walk to the back of the class room and she takes a seat in the metal chair. She sets me down and looks at me, she starts to read the can. She grabs my tab, things are getting hot and heavy. Is she really going to do this now? In front of everyone?? I don’t care, I like it. She opens my top, and puts her lips to my top. Her lips are softer than her hands. She sips me carefully and periodically sets me down to do her work, then picks me up again and takes a few more drinks. Oh gosh, I believe this is what all the other cans talked about, “Getting to second base”. I’m almost empty! What happens then? Will she just get rid of me like I never meant anything to her?? Or will she decide to keep me around. She puts her lips to me one last time, I savor the feeling of her lips on mine. She takes my tab all the way off. Then proceeds to sticks it in her back pack. She’ll always have a part of me! She’s picking me up again, where are we going? Her hand is over my eyes; I can’t see anything. I’m falling! Save me!! I land not so gracefully its dark and not going to lie it smells weird in here. Where’d she go? Is this it? Will she ever come back for me? So I wait, the day goes on and other cans and wrappers fall on me, I start to not be able to see the light. I don’t think she’ll ever come back… I think this is it. She’s gone. My life is coming to an end, it was a good life. I waited for the right girl to drink me and that’s exactly what happened, I know she loved me and maybe our paths will cross again one day. I love her.
