Sprinkles

Chapter 5. Calm Your Tits, Mr. President

Hey guys this chapter is pretty short, sorry. But I'm busy these days not to mention I'm overseas. Wifi is limited.
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"So, Sprinkles. Tell me about yourself." He leaned over the table. I almost died on the inside. But I would never let him know that.

"How about you don't call me Sprinkles." I said, taking a very un-feminine bite of my hamburger.

"Tell me your name then."

"Tell me yours."

"Not until you tell me yours."

"Nope."

"Fine then Sprinkles."

I rolled my eyes. "Tell me about your life." I said.

"No. Tell me your name."

"I said I'm not going to." I smirked, reaching for my drink. I ended up poking myself in the nose with my straw. Smooth, Piper.

He laughed. "See? I'm magical like that."

"Hah, yeah Mr. President calm your tits."

"I'll calm my balls if that's what you mean." He looked at me.

I had to deliver the classic punchline. He was basically asking for it. "What balls?"

"Okay...yeah." He hung his head, smiling.

"I mean, you practically walked yourself into that one." I pointed out. "Now tell me your name, Tennyson."

He chuckled. "Fine. My name is Aiden, I go to the only high school around here, South Beach High, I'm a senior, and I recently turned 18."

"Wow. That's quite a bit now. My name is blank, I just moved here, I'm a senior too, and I'm turning 18 on November 16th." I smiled at him devilishly.

"Well," he bit a French fry, "that's practically no information at all. You cheated."

"I did not!"

"Is this even a game?" He asked.

"You suggested that with the word 'cheat'." I felt the need to point out that fact. Aiden grabbed his drink right when I did, and his drink ended up toppling over the table and onto the floor.

We both laughed. Aiden waved over a waitress, but she simply ignored him and went into the kitchen.

"Aiden!" An old lady stormed out with a mop. "You gotta break something every time you come in here?!" She pretended to choke him.

"Martha! How are you doing?" He smiled cheekily. "You look well. Have you lost weight?"

"Stop buttering me up boy! Cleaning up after your--" she paused and turned to me. "Who are you hon? Wait--don't tell me. With those blonde hair and blue eyes you gotta be a Delaine."

"Wow. I am." I managed to get out. "How did you know?"

"Honey, your granddaddy was real popular around here. You look just like him." She sighed. "Poor old Leonard. We all miss him."

We looked at her. She had a kind, heart shaped face with wrinkles formed over the years, and her faded silver hair was pulled back into a neat bun. She was wearing a nice little day dress, the kind you would see ladies wear 'back then'. She had a frilly white apron with a pen and notepad sticking out of one pocket.

"How do you know each other?" I asked.

"Oh hun, I grew up with your grandpa. He was real known among the ladies. He had a certain charm to him, he would sweep you off your feet! The way he danced, he put all the other guys to shame. We had a thing back in those times; went out to dinner even. But his relationships never lasted long. Ours was just a fling." She paused and sighed. I opened my mouth to say something but snapped it shut again when she continued. "Then your grandmama came along, and she swept him off of his feet. Oh my, they were so in love! We all hated her at first, no offense. But we came to love her. Your grandma was the best woman in this town. There's a park down on Mulberry road dedicated to her."

"Really?" I asked with wide eyes.

"Of course. It's named right after her. Cassandra Delaine Park. Any ways doll," she was done with the floor by now, "you two enjoy yourselves. You better watch this Delaine girl good, you hear?" She pulled Aiden's ear.

"Ow! What?" He cringed.

"Ain't you two dating?"

"NO!" We both screamed.

Martha chuckled. She walked off, but I could swear that I heard her mumble "we'll see soon enough," but I shook it off. I needed sleep.

After we were done eating, we walked out and I turned to him.

"Thanks...for the food."

He chuckled under his breath and shook his head. "It was nothing. Sorry about Martha and her reminiscing."

"No, it was cool to hear. See you around then?"

"Yeah, I have to go help my dad." He sighed and rested his surfboard against the wall.

"With what?"

"The shop. The little ice cream shop." He gestured down the road.

"You guys own that?" I asked.

"Yeah."

We both paused. "Well bye." He said and I smiled and we turned in opposite directions. I stopped.

"Wait! Aiden!"

He turned. "Yeah?"

"I..want ice cream."

He raised his eyebrows. "Tag along then." He smirked. On the way to the ice cream shop he told me about how it was passed down through his family's generations.

"It's empty?" I asked.

"Yeah...lot of people are down at the beach at this hour. Some other workers go around with the truck and stuff." He said.

"Oh."

"Sit down, Sprinkles. Same as last time?" He asked, going behind the counter.

"Yup. How do you remember?" I asked.

"It's my favorite too." He said and came back with two vanilla ice cream cones with rainbow sprinkles.

As I ate my ice cream, I stared at him.

"What?" He asked, wiping at his face. "Is there something on my face?"

"No." I said, laughing.

"Then what? Can't stop staring at my glory?" That smirk.

"Ha." I said sarcastically and proceeded to eat my ice cream.

"Imagine we have the same classes." He said.

"Oh no, please. Don't tell me, first you're the president, then you're Mr. Magic, and now you're a psychic?" I was almost done with my ice cream.

"Yeah, definitely. I can tell the future."

"Tell me what's going to happen to me, o wise one." I teased.

"Well, you're going to be very surprised soon."

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Because...a boy will not be able to resist your beautiful nature and will...do this."

Before I knew it, he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips, and I felt my heart swell into a giant bubble, and my stomach was swarmed by butterflies.

I don't know how my brain functioned enough to leave him there and get myself home, but it did.

Once in my lair, I thought over what happened, and face-palmed myself. I should have stayed. What would have happened if I stayed? Would he have said something? Would he laugh in my face? Was that a trick? Or was he serious?

Your beautiful nature...

I blushed. He thought I was beautiful?

All I could do was twist and turn, thinking of what I was going to do. This guy...

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