Snapple Apple Juice, 32 fl oz, Bottle

So. One day. I'm sitting in class, my throat feeling slightly parched, I lick my lips and cough, really wanting a drink. My eyes wander over to the vending machine and that's when our eyes meet. Her beautiful, slender green metallic hips, colorful fun lettering and that JUICY apple adorning the front made my mouth water. I scramble through my bag, desperately searching for a dollar, my mind already imagining how she'd taste. I find one singular dollar, this dollar is now my life line. I get up from my seat, sweaty hand clenching the dollar like my life depends on it. My legs wobble as I approach the machine, my eyes glued to her. A7. That's her number. I shakily raise my hand and slip the dollar into the machine, listening to the little chaching sound that follows. My fingers shake as I slowly type into the keypad A7... Suddenly the machine rushes to life, the little mechanical holder quickly flying up to her. My drink. The gates open and she slips into the holder. I watch as she glides into the dispenser, beautiful as ever. The machine opens, my hands quickly darting and grabbing her, the cold metal sending shock through my fingertips. I dash back to my table, sitting down and looking at the metal can in my hands. I slowly crack the lid, listening to that crisp noise and then, I stare. I stare at her beauty, her pleasantly green and yellowy watery inside, that smell hitting my nose is like heaven just fell into my hand. I shakily lift her to my lips and then... it all goes black. THEN a burst of color! the flavor is so immaculate! I don't think I've felt anything so pleasurable. I quickly drink it, loving every second. A smile perched upon my face the whole time. finally, once shes gone, I stare at the can, my eyes soft as I run my fingers across it. Finally, I pick her up and bring her to my car, leaving her to be with me forever.