buildings in a single bound, but I find it crass. Come on, let’s keep walking.”
I didn’t want to let him go, he felt so good in my arms, yet even when we were returned to just holding hands, it was still a small slice of the angelic.
We stopped for ice cream not that far away, yet clearly not within eyesight of my Vice Principle. I was not a fan of detention, nor of being busted out to my parents for skipping school. That was the last thing I needed right now. It was bad enough they hounded Aiden and I incessantly about collage preparations and taking an ungodly amount of AP classes. Last thing I needed was for them to find out I was cutting class and hanging out with some random boy I just met.
Although even if I were to be caught, it would have so been worth it.
The vender looked wacky enough, kinda like a street mime that’s had three bottles of tequila and chained smoked a pack of Newport's. While on break. Just the type of person you wouldn’t think twice about ordering perishable food items from.
“ What will it be Juliet?” The ice-cream guy questioned. His breath smelled like two-day-old Pepto-Bismol.
“ Double scoop of chocolate, with hot fudge and chocolate syrup.”
“ Not a problem.” He began to hook my ice cream up! Drunken venders are always the best venders.
“ Hey, you got that one chocolate syrup that turns all hard after you pour it?” I love that kind.
“ Anything for milady. And you Romeo?”
“ Just a single scoop of French vanilla on a cone please.”
“ Ahh, a classic man at heart! Don’t get too many of those around here these days.”
I had already eaten half of my ice cream by the time the vender handed Ethan’s his.
“ These are free?” Ethan asked.
The Vender paused what he was doing as he looked at Ethan, blinked a couple of times then returned to his wacky self. “But of course they are!” He laughed. “Last meals are always on the house.”
Before either of us could respond, he had already starting pushing his cart, ringing his ice-cream bell as he walked.
“ Well that was creepy.” I stated between mouthfuls of hot fudge covered yumminess.
Ethan eyed after him somewhat, then looked at me. “You’ve got chocolate on your nose.”
“ Of course I do, that’s just how I roll.” Really, that’s the best response you can come up with Madison? That’s just how I roll?
“ Here, let me.” Ethan wiped the tip of my nose with his napkin. “Come on, let’s head back.”
We didn’t really talk much after that, yet it wasn’t awkward. More like one of those comfortable silences you have with someone where the actual silence speaks volumes. Plus, I’m all about the ice-cream baby.
“ So, what are doing tonight?” I could see Aiden and Abby sitting on the blanket off in the distance. Looks like Aiden was educating her to the ways of comics again.
“ Why, what’s up?” Asked Ethan. His hand was covered in melted ice cream. Looked like he wasted more on himself then he did eating.
“ There’s this thing going down tonight. A Party. Well, bonfire actually...”
“ Oh, you mean the one at The Dave’s?” Asked Ethan.
I was surprised. “You already know about that?”
“ Who doesn’t know about that?” Ethan laughed. “They made flyers.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course they did. So, we were all gonna swing by there later and chill for a bit. If you wanted to stop by...”
“ Madison Amber Rose, are you asking me out on a date?” Oddly enough, his demeanor was quite serious.
“ Well, I figure all those old chicks back in the day burned their bras for a reason right? So yeah, I guess I am. I mean, if you already got other plans or whatever...”
“ I’d love to.” Ethan said with all honesty.
Yes!
“ But just to be clear.” He added. “I’d only be going there to spend time with you.” Ethan clarified. “I...really don’t do well with crowds.”
“ Don’t worry; I’ll be sure to keep you occupied enough.” I