You Scream, I Scream

A story about how a 14 year old girl and 18 year old boy fall in love...

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1. Going the Extra Mile

My phone rings...

"Yes, mom?" I answer with a sigh.

"Are you almost there? The kids are getting restless. Did you remember all the orders? Will you be able to carry all of it?"

"Yes, mom." I roll my eyes.

"Where are you at?"

"Almost there." I say and hang up.

I was walking to Baskin Robbins to get 6 orders of ice cream. My mom had this really terrible baby sitting job. I had to go get ice cream for all the kids because they wouldn't leave her alone about it, and we had no ice cream.

As much as I love my mom, she was making me lose my mind. I had to get out of the house, so I volunteered to go get the ice cream. I even volunteered to pay using my own money. Being in a confined space with kids ages 1-6 can get pretty tiring.

Baskin Robbins was only about a mile from our house.

"Hello." A brunette, petite girl behind the counter greeted me with a smile.

"Hi." I smiled back.

"Can I help you?" She stands there, with a smile on her face.

"Veronica. They need you in the office." A boy walked from out of a hallway, talking to the brunette, petite girl.

"Okay. Sorry, miss." She waves at me, with a little I'm-not-really-that-sorry smile on her face.

"Can I help you?" The boy asks me.

I look at really looked at him.

He had black hair, a lip piercing, blue eyes, a perfect smile, pale, and he was tall.

I almost lose my breath.

"Uh, I.. Uh... Yeah." I stumble over my words.

He chuckles.

"With what? Are you here for the bathrooms or do you want some ice cream?" He smiles, picking up an ice cream scoop.

"Ice cream." I mentally slap myself.

"Cone or cup?"

"Five cups one cone." I try not to stare.

"Wow. You can really put it away, can't you?" He looks at me, a little amazed.

"I have kids." I say, then I realize what I said. Blood rushes to my cheeks.

"Uh, I mean. My mom has kids. I mean, obviously.. But they aren't hers. She's watching them. Babysitting. She's babysitting." I ramble on.

I mentally punch myself.

"Live close?" He gets out five cups and one cone.

"I walked. We live about a mile away." I nod.

"Won't the ice cream melt?"

"I didn't think about that..." I look down at the floor, disappointed that thought didn't come to mind.

"Oh. Well my shift is almost over. I can drive you. If you don't mind waiting another 10 minutes." He shrugs.

"I guess not. Let me just call my mom." I fumble through my purse and find my phone.

I dial my mom's number and wait for her to pick up.

"Charlie. Are you okay? Are you almost home?"

"Mom, mom. Slow down. I'm at Baskin Robbins, and I didn't think about how ice cream melts... But.." I look at the guy.

"Owen." He says.

"Owen just volunteered to drive me home. It'll be another 10 minutes, though."

"Okay, sure. Wait, who is Owen? None of your friends can drive. How old is he? Where did you meet? Don't talk to strangers!"

"I have to talk to strangers to order ice cream. I'll see you in 10, mom." I sigh and hang up.

"What'd she say?"

"I'll wait." I cross my legs, and lean back against the wall.

I close my eyes.

"Tired?" He asks.

"Yeah... I was just thinking about the irony of a fat girl walking a mile for ice cream. But then there's the twist that the ice cream isn't even for her." I look up at him.

"You're not fat. And why didn't you get some ice cream?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"I only have enough money for 6 ice creams." I wipe sweat from my forehead.

"What kind do you like?" He asks, picking up the ice cream scoop.

"I don't have enough money."

"What kind of ice cream do you like?" He italicizes his words.

"I don't want any." I shake my head.

"Sherbet it is." He nods, going for the sherbet bin, grabbing a cone.

"Mint chocolate chip. My favorite is mint chocolate chip."

"Mine, too." He smiles.

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